Don't want no rocking-chair regrets I got that fire and it's burning in my chest Gonna keep on living 'til I hear the last call And I, I, I want it all Babe, I'll put my heart on the line Been a-sittin' 'round a coward, broken all that I can break Cried

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Nothing works Oh and nothing works I've tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I was clear That I forgot

You've got that power over me, my my Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes The only one I know, the only one on my mind You've got that power over me Call and I'll rush out All out of breath now You've got that power over me (my my) Got that power

Well, then a 'nuff gettoh youths no have no place to go Live night and day roaming in the gettoh Nuff gettoh youths ain't got no place of their own Give them some place that they can call their home Well, then a 'nuff politions telling poor people lies

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

Just call on me and I'll send it along With love, from me to you If there's anything that you want If there's anything I can do Da da da, da da dumb dumb da I've got arms that long to hold you And keep you by my side I've got lips that long to kiss you

I always loved that guy And he's not on T.V. anymore. He had the wherewithal Richard talks too slow He'd get interrupted long before To get before he had The wherewithal to get out before You've got to coax him slow, That's the only way that he'll

Wake, wake, wakin' me up Weight, weight, puttin' me down Uh, let's start off with something light You bringin' the candle light That I put inside sometime Tell me what you say 'cause you know I got it baby I wanna call you, I wanna leave it up You feel

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with