Got my other nina, damn On the block with all my chains on On the block with all my rings on On her face Neutrogena, ay Bad bitch look Latina, ay Got my nina, damn This a fly trap nigga theme song Monster's gon' tear it up On her face Neutrogena, damn

If only he knew Just stand up and scream The tainted clock is counting down You gave in to me Would you say the nights are far too long now If only he knew about the world without the bullshit and the lies We could've saved him They could've saved me

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

You know there's just one thing I need Come on, lift me with the right song The right song There is a clock in mind We running out of time Killing it goes so easily I want to feel him breathe I want his hands on me Just one thing I need, I need, I need,

You're gon' miss your opportunity Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't sleep, nigga) Pick up your feet, nigga When that nigga pull up on me, tell that nigga back, back Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't sleep) Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't

Do you remember when we first met? I sure do, it was some time in early September You were lazy about it, you made me wait around I was so crazy about you I didn't mind So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours It wasn't hard to find, you

Turn it up now Freaks flock together And make all the be-boys scream I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Word up to the man thing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen

Just one more thing Can we fix it back in the pocket See I, I want a lady I can put stock in All I need to know is Do we fit in the pocket, When the dreams and the drums start rocking I want a bass and back beat to lock in I want to know real love's not