All your love, pretty baby, that I got in store for you All your loving, pretty baby, all your loving, pretty baby Ll the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing All the love I miss loving, all the kiss I miss kissing Before I met you baby, never

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Little man, you've had a busy day It's time to go to sleep now Listen to the jukebox softly play I know why you're crying I know why you're blue Someone took your kiddy car away Time to go to sleep now Someone took your marbles Tell you what we'll do

I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou Sniper Gang Eh, I like this lil'

Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (hey!) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (hey!) When I hit that, do a trick Don’t clap-back on the dick Don't clap-back on the dick DVDs, porno tapes Scott Storch Know I keep a tool on me I come in the room, I might

(Get at me) Niggas want to clap me Snitches want to rap me Put it right where they back be I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there (I see him) Okay, I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big

La la la la la la La la la la la la la la I got a problem, can you relate I got a woman callin' love hate We made a vow we'd always be friends How could we know that promises end I don't care if you never come home I don't mind if you just keep on rowin'

Down that dead end road Well, I feel like I'm runnin' I need someone to tell me Which way I ought to go? Say goodbye to the mornin' Distance keeps fallin' away Yes, I feel like I'm runnin' Hello evenin' time Down that road I'm flyin'

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

I rode the Central And I hustled the L and N Don't cry baby Your papa will be home some day Don't the clouds look lonesome Across the deep blue sea Did you ever go down Mobile and K C line Did you ever go down On the Mobile and K C line