(All the girls like) I know what boys like I know what they want All the girls like I could make a honey give away her last rolo They want that good thing They wanna get some So go ahead and prove me right That's what girls like

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

They ain't never get this live, though Somebody sure got a birthday, somebody gon' turn eighteen You know what that means, you know, you know You could have whatever you want You know what that means About four million in gold chains, 'bout ten million

'Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) (Hell mothfuckin no!) M-O double B I don't know why they want to trouble me Is it because they bitch

Maybe I am not all that I've learned Close your eyes, you twist and you turn I know I am more than they see I'm everything, everything is me I won't be what you want me to be Your picture perfect vanity I don't want to be your dirty pretty Turn it on,

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

I know better They say sing what you know But I've sung what they want Some folks do what they're told But baby this time I won't Will look through that door I know the truth won't lie Some things I've done before I can't justify There are kings in my

What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all They let us in the rap game I swear they let me in the motherfucking rap game Got a chick, I call her Lola She feel like the ocean

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

And what do we want from each other? Tell me your dreams What do they mean? Where do we go? Nobody knows And I try and I try And it tears me all up inside The birds outside my window Want to drive this stupid song into my head