Damn you'se a sexy bitch A sexy bitch I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful Yes I can see her Cause every girl in here wanna be her Oh she's a diva I feel the same and I wanna meet her They say she low down

This is how you start a party Beaucoup bitches in the lobby (in the lobby) Bust it open like piñata (like piñata) Beaucoup bottles on the counter (on the counter) Tell a friend to tell somebody We about to start the party I told my niggas I'mma pull up

Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face Don't mind people grinnin' in your face You just bear this in mind, a true friend is hard to find You know your mother would talk about you Your own sisters and your brothers too They just don't care how you're

I said I never gave a fuck. I'll be the first one to let you know again. Things will never change unless this world comes to an end. I'm sick and Twisted and you're the one to blame. Sex drugs and violence go hand in Hand with fame. So who wants to be my

For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not

So take my name Remember this face Keep the change and have a nice day And live for the moment not by the past Homie live each day like it's your last And if you only had 24 hours And 1400 minutes Then you better go live it 'Cause whatever you love

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield So are our lives on this never-ending road I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay When did the road that I'm on become

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

'Cause I'd spend half this morning Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in I should know 'Cause I'd spend all the whole day Listening to your message I’m keeping And never deleting In the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me