I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck with you) I'd rather fuck with you, Aaaah, this is one of them songs You can kick back and smoke a joint to. And get real fucked up. I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there. Oh

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

Keep it shaking cali keep it quaking 'Cause the ryders got me bringin home the bacon Show me love and it wasn't no mistakin That I would dedicate this melody f*** the hatin I had to tell my girl to pack her s***

This is the last song (This is the last song) That I will dedicate to you This is the last song You're pushing I made my peace I will never name again

I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups They say all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I'm your ice cream man (Dedicate one to the ladies) Now

Now dis one dedicated to de man dem call MacGyver (bo!) And all double-oh-seven James Bond man 'e from de area (gunshot, gunshot) Maximum respect to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!) And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED! One, two,

Here's my tears when you tell me those words Here's my life, for better or worse Here’s my arms that'll hold us up Here’s my life dedicated to love I tried to give you everything you deserve And I can't promise that it's gonna be fine For better or Here

To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We

Death on two legs You're tearing me apart You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money And you want more Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules With your narrow minded

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I