No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side Till 3005, hold up Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago Crew at my house and we party every weekend so On the

Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what they say But we don’t care about that anyway Haters gonna hate Don’t you ever change Only thing that matters That you need to know You’ll only find it in your heart and soul We don’t care what they say

Invitin' nobody Nobody but you I'll tell you that it It doesn't matter what you wear 'Cause it's only gonna be I'm having a party A party for two (I'm gonna do with you) Come on, come on

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

What you don't know, the legend goes, can hurt you If you only want to live and die in fear They tell us to believe just half of what we see And absolutely nothing that we hear Resist the twised truth no matter what the cost Supplant the rights with

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

It doesn't matter who you are You're in control From the start in your own way You just want somebody listening to what you say Is there anywhere you want to go? Is there anything you want to know? The future's for discovering The space in which we're

Now the party's over and everybody's gone I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong And now my heart is broken like the bottles on the floor Does it really matter or am I just hungover you? Or am I just hungover? And now the sun is rising

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around