Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

I can make a thug cry, tonight There's something 'bout you Baby we got to Give it all that we got for the moment Watch me make a thug cry, tonight Cause that's how true love is supposed to be ain't it When it feels so good it shakes all your belief, baby

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll

Light my body up You got something that I believe I've been waiting for all my We're blazing high, smoke fill the night I'm gasoline, you're fire Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me Yo, I just started my

We've had our problems but I'm on your side And I want you back You know, you can run, and you can hide We had a life, we had a love But you don't know what you've got 'til you lose it Well that was then and this is now How many times do I have to say

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My home girls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go" She said, "I, can't get enough,

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good