Like to see America See the girls in California I'm hoping it's going to come true But there's not a lot I can do Ba-ba-ba-dow, ba-bow-dum-doo-de-dow-de-dow, de Ba-ba-ba-dow, ba-bow-dum-de-doo-de-dow Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere I want your midnights There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and

Young nigga go, young nigga go Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on

This time somebody's getting hurt I wish you'd do it again I'll watch you leave here limping And I wish you'd do it again Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? There goes the next contestant Each night

Get your sexy on (go 'head be gone with it) I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah) Come here girl (go 'head be gone with it) Come to the back (go 'head be gone with it) VIP (go 'head be gone with it) Drinks on me (go 'head be gone with it) Let me see what you're

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

You shouldn’t have to Do you ever wonder when your dreams will come true A girl like you can do anything But anything you don’t wanna do You’ve got this confidence, yeah it was obvious The way you walked in here You look sensational and totally capable

But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away Simply run away You can try to run and hide It won't make a difference You can lie to yourself Of the reason Sure it hurts wen it comes to you're attention There's something bout this girl

Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, (Entertainment) Girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya bad, girl ya need a spankin' Here comes the bottles tell me what you’re drankin' From the table to the car, from the car to the crib 'Cause tonight I need some

Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon he will open the door Don't think because there's a ring on your finger You needn't try any more For wives should always be lovers too I'm warning you