Pork on the fork, widen the pot By any means if you like it or not Malcom X, by any means Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don Real nigga, street certified, hit

Find a thing you understand You could be my kind of man Find a thing that you love You could be my And will you do the best you can Don't walk too proud, don't talk too loud And make it up as you go And take whatever you are given And leave what you

And I choose to survive Whatever it takes I’ll keep up the pace And I’ll reveal my strength To the whole human race Yes I’m gonna win Race, life’s a race And I am gonna win Yes, I am gonna win

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

You must know that I'll follow you It's the same thing again, But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now, I've not opened my mouth, Can you read my mind so easily? A feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort, saying give

I'm every woman Whoa whoa whoa It's all in me Anything you want done baby I do it naturally I can read your thoughts right now Every woman, whoever made ya say I'm every woman (Chaka) Whatever you want

Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas Use that second chance to make a better plan Be a better man or it's whatever, man Man, I swear that I got one up on these niggas Yeah, my dawg go on and light that blunt up for my nigga It's whatever, man

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in

Let me, let me love it gone Little barefoot dancing Little kissing in the kitchen romancing And a bottle of wine that's been waiting Whatever's wrong, shake it off your list Girl, I want, I want I wanna get lost in your lipstick Oh, baby, let me love it,