Get it out! Spit it out! Evil in ya mix Rid it out! Don't ever wanna see, what that pit about We just stomp, we just thump, we just grit it out I come from it, but it seems impossible to run from it! All the evil I did to people then none could stomach?

These are things I gotta say to you For as long you want, baby that's okay with me There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up They'll probably only let me fuck 'cause I'm next up Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir Running

Kill them dead before them spread, kill them dead Igziabeher, let Jah be praised Negusa neghast, let Jah be praised Medanialam, let Jah be praised Kill them dead before them spread Let Him be praised, let Him be praised You better let Him be praised He

Le le la lo la le Ven, vente a gozar Ven, vente a bailar Paz, paz, paz pide la gente Paz, paz, paz pide la mente Nuestra persistencia y nuestra alegría Identifican nuestra raza, latina Hemos salido de nuestra tierra

Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets My imagination's too creative Falling, falling, needed something to believe in, oh But it was all in my head It was all in my head (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, look at you, boy, I invented you Your Gucci tennis

I wanna be next to you Oh girl it's true I wanna be with you It's true I wanna be with you In sun or rain or snow or sleet It's true I wanna be with you, girl I just gotta say Baby you and me forever

(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting

Dreams (dreams, dreams) D-d-d-dreams (oh oh oh) Nothing gonna get me in my world Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ah, oh She's makin' me high, she's makin' me high Here we are (oh oh oh) Running circles, around around around around When nothing's right,

I love, I love, love, love, love Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me? This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me? Don't play with me, this the only thing I love, don't play with

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more