Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop (Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop) Hey! Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop (Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop) Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop Yeah, my baby knows Matilda Brown told ole' King Tut Say if you can't pay me five, just keep your big mouth shut Ye-es, your baby knows Momma's on the

Así que baby dime Si esta noche nos vemos Y mañana volvemos Di-di-dime, si con él eres una santa y conmigo te matas Que seguro lo hacemo' (oh, yeah) Y mañana volvemo', yeah Ay, yo sé que tú también tiene' gana' (gana') De seguro lo hacemos

We don't, we don't, we don't Yeah yeah the punks are done Fuck those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well I just take it over You love those rock and rollers I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

Ba-baby, fuck it up, one time (ooh) I told her baby, fuck it up, one time (fuck it up) I turn the side piece to a nine piece (oh yeah) She out lying it shouldn't even matter, she mine I turn the side piece to a nine piece (yeah, ooh) She out lying it

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

You give me life, you give me light You give me a reason why I say, "Give me time" You get me high when you cross my mind Yeah, who needs suicide when I feel so alive with you (yeah, yeah) And you know I would die for you Jesus, weep, baby know I would