Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh Papa I know you're going to be upset 'Cause I was always your little girl But you should know

You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby Well, like being hit by a fallen tree Woman, what you do to me Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair Man she knocked me out the way she wears her hair Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you I give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up for you All this for you Hear This Music Top down in the window with the AC set, all by ourselves now And you know what I want and I want that shit

Some things never change Letting the day in "Hello, how ya been?" "Thank you, come again!" Jenna! What's the special pie today? Uh, deep shit blueberry bacon

No where, no rules Crack a Bud Light, get into the groove Dancing in the middle of the night in the middle of a field Just turning it loose Hell yeah, that's us Don't need a downtown to get to tearing it up Setting the night on fire, on fire, on fire

We'll have to fight (We gon' fight) You're right, you're right, you're so right Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Brother you're right, you're right, We gonna fight (We gon' fight) Fighting for our rights Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Every

Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there'll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus, yeah, regardless of what's gone before I want to see all of the things that we've already seen And she

Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in

Can you handle it Baby can you handle We gon' tear it up We gon' set it off I can handle it I can go there baby with you Can I go there baby with you We gon' set it out We gon' work it out

Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh) Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy) Cocaine for my breakfast (what?) Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh) Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy) He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch) Fuck with my set (ayy)