Wishin' you were there alone Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine Lookin' over at ya like "ain't she beautiful?" I'm invisible but I stand right there and smile You're right beside me, oh and I see the same thing they're seein' I'm just the

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

They tried to make me go to rehab Yes, I been black But when I come back, you'll know, know, know I ain't got the time And if my daddy thinks I'm fine He's tried to make me go to rehab I won't go, go, go I said, no, no, no I'd rather be at home with a Ray

It ain’t no one man can stop us Lord, lemme know if you got this Preaching about prophets Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess Bow down to a Goddess Goddess! Got it? Put your hands in the sky But only if you feel the vibe

Love don't lie Love don't lie It lifts you up Takes you higher when high ain't enough It's stronger than steel It's got the heart and emotion to heal And that's the truth It's not as easy as it seems

Dedicated man your favorite song Everybody in the club right now Tell the DJ's to turn it loud So you don't gotta be alone If you independent get your money girl (aye) If you ain't got no money Single ladies you cant go wrong (hey) (You don't gotta be

I got them keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'mma shoot him some chips Radar, radar oh, bitches ain't even on my radar Radar, radar oh, you ain't on my radar Radar, radar, no, no, you ain't on my radar No, no,

Now add tequila! When life gives you limes You make margaritas! You take it all with a grain of salt And realize sometimes it ain't your fault You got something you don't wanna remember That's when you need to just throw it in a blender And have a good

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)