I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

Ya alright, alright, alright You was right I was wrong Ya I should've never ever took her home Ya I should've just boned Ya fantasy on my phone Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you Talking about a

The time is coming Rolling, and throwing, consoling Everything that goes this far Joking and hoping, revolting All that shit that's who you are Hoping, and scolding, revolving Peel it back, reveal the scar Loathing, exploding, controlling Tear me from

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

Good goodbye (Don't you come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me