Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

Stay Dangerous Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? Heard you don't like neither, nigga fuck it, too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big P's, Big B's, nigga, suu whoop

Word up (up up) everybody say Word up (up up) it's the code word No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard When you hear the call you've got to get it on the way Come on baby tell me what's the word Yo pretty ladies around the world Got a

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Told yourself a million times, you

What have I got to do to make you love me What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's sad (so sad) What have I got to do to make you care, And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only