Andrew's a star fighter pilot He can get high in his jet Tells me about all his women He can get any I'll bet He knows all the girls in the world He's better than James Kirk or Tweeky I cradle his picture at night You know I'll think of you Your picture

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

World Star before rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince, they are about to bring the show back Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro back Phone call gotta say Moshi Moshi Girlfriend actin' all washy washy

When you kiss me James Brown I don't care ha about your past I just want ho our love to last dee I don't care darlin' about your faults huh I just want to satisfy your pulse

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Keep going keep going on This is my battle cry I have been shut by my critics Talked about by my scenics Feel like my life is on this ? Like those you see on exhibits Puts my life on the line And ? on these lines ? hear my bottle cry

You think about yourself before you think about me Time and time again Loving ties unwind Her makeup smears Over and over every night You're making me want to end this Time and time again (you're so selfish) Lost time behind

Nigga, talkin' bout M's Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga Chill and get faded All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded I wanna see you take it all

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking