Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back back around It's the ten wife commandments A step-by-step booklet for you to get 1,

(You naughty thing) Your ripping up the dance floor honey (You naughty women) I love the way you dance with anybody (The way you swing) And tease them all by sucking on your thumb You shake your a** around for everyone (Your such a mover) Your so much

Come back back lover, come back back This is where you belong (Let's get together) 'Cause I am love Sprinkle myself around around you Shower my warmth upon you I am love, la la la la The eyes of love will watch you

Oh, fuck around around and order more Oh, fuck around around and order more, money Oh, baby we gon' order more, money Gon' throw it back, 'cause I got racks on the menu You ain't even gotta ask shawty, cash on the menu The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass

Good goodbye (Don't you come back back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

What goes around, around, goes around, around, goes around around Comes all the way back back around What goes around around comes around around (What goes around around comes back back around) I thought I told ya, hey Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't

I'll be your satellite Dance around around this room, Let's dance around around this bedroom, Let's lock the door behind us, They won't find us Make the whole world wait Dance around around this bedroom Like we've only got tonight

(Blame it on) That's damn rock and roll (Rock and roll) Oh oh oh oh oh It ain't a needle in a vein It ain't backstage sex It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet, It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following you around around It ain't long hair,

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,