Keep on chooglin' Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call chooglin'.

Princess, little honey with the polka dot dress on Ruby-lipped lady whose name I don't know Let me tell you, darling Brown skin girl on the other side of the room Brown skin girl staring with her brown eyes Oh, baby, don't you know you're a cutie pie Oh

Hey, pretty pretty With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another Slice of your pie Hey pretty pretty from across the room Pretty, pretty Tattoo crawlin' down her leg, so sexy So young ever get caught, they'll arrest me School girl, studied up well on

Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

You can't control me no more Cleopatra, patra, patra Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty You're older, you're colder You can't control me no more Cleopatra, patra (patra), patra (patra) We grow old, our hearts are dim But

You just a .. (hoe) Dirty-ass .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G shit And all you can do is respect it

You tie the knot when I'm at the end of my rope, You never stop believing in me when I don't know, Who I am or what I'm supposed to be, I don't give you no good reason, But baby don't give up on me I don't go to church enough, I curse out loud I drink

The space between is deafening Feel the void in our bed Oh, we don't bend or break it Never ending symptoms in my head We lay hollow in the emptiness I'm too tired to push you from the bed No more fighting, no more fighting No more fighting for us No

Wherever I Lay My Hat That's My Home. By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry, is it over me? If it is, save your tears for I'm not worth it, you see. For I'm the kind of guy who is always on the roam, You had a romance, did you break it by

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your