I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Lay it down, let it go, fall in love Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down Hey lay it down Put your head on the floor I just met you, just the other day Everything started flowing my way I just love you, really I just love you for yourself I don't want

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

Heartbreaker Hey fellas have you heard the news? You know that Annie's back in town? It won't take long just watch and see How the fellas lay their money down Her style is new but the face is the same As it was so long ago But from her eyes a different

Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing When the rain washes you clean, you'll know Now here you go again, you say You want your freedom Well who am I to keep you down It's only right that you should Play the way

I'm sitting by a lake But it's not of this earth The water is so clear And the birds are alive A mirror for the sky They see themselves And fly away The universe is alive I lay down by the river-flow

Right then, that's when I'll take you back It's like music To hear you bawling When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And it's summertime in Texas And they're playing in the snow

Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

'Cause it's a shake down A bunch of gangstas strapped So make a wish now When they come wavin' them ghats Ya know to lay down And give em all ya got Do I make myself clear