Listen what they say (listen what they say) I wouldn't do that (ooh, ooh) 54-46 was my number, was my number, man Can you hear me say, yeah? (yeah yeah) Right now, someone else has that number Stick it up, mister Can you hear what I'm saying now, yeah

You wanna kiss the girl Boy, you betta' do it soon You've got the mood prepared Go on, and kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la, don't stop now Sha-la-la-la-la-la, float along And listen to this song And what that music say? You gotta kiss the girl, kiss the

Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut your fucking mouth, this life is mine You’re gonna listen to what I say this time Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m so glad that you’re here I’m so glad you crawl this low It’s so sweet how you care I’ll bet you’re ready for

I sold my bed, but not my stereo Black is my favorite color Makes me feel like we know each other In a town of ones and zeros You are one magnetic hero Blank tapes and posters on the door Listen to my Pink Floyd cover Take a seat like a backbeat lover

You are ahead by a century With revenge and doubt First thing we'd climb a tree And maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently And listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday Cast in a golden light No dress rehearsal

Squeeze me baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg I should have quit you long time ago Ohh yeah, long time ago I wouldn't be here, my children Down on this killin' floor I should have listened, baby, to my second mind Ohh, I should have listened, baby,

So listen up My heart is dark I know that I've been replaced I've had enough I've tried to love Keep coming back to this place I wanna be free and let you fly away To see your smile Upon you face

Every time I rise, you fall away It's the same story day after day You're voice is like poison You can't be me I've heard it all before The murmurs and the whispers I don't listen anymore (Fall away) (I'll call you out)

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand In the life Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin' Stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out