Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I get an answer? Girl, I got a question for ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) You got me going crazy Oh, you deal with From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me Giving everything, you're giving

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

'Til I can be the man You gotta have faith in, faith in, faith in me (faith in me) 'Til I can be the man I said I'd be We're bound by this For reasons I can not define We're going through changes, changes, changes, yeah (changes) With hard times I'm sure

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

The weak or the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I want to be, just livin' man Just living comfortably with my niggas man, in a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo You

Out of my mind Stoned out of my mind I'm going crazy You got me goin' (stoned) Got me stoned Stoned without your love Baby, when I found out you were lyin' Playin' around and connivin'

Let me break the ice Allow me to get you right But you warm up to me Baby I can make you feel And I can't get enough So let me get it up Ooh, looks like we're alone now You ain't gotta be scared Where you going now?

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Got the club goin' crazy Is you somebody's baby? If you, we gon' need it, baby Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes on you All these bitches, but my

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying