I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan? I got dead

Slow baby, when you wine pon it Tek weh yuh heart girl, I got your call Tek weh yuh heart girl, me a tell you from start Woah baby, when you wine pon it Come next to me Love when you next to me You're gonna be the death of me Be your destiny, flex with

And all you're ever gonna be is mean Someday I'll be living in a big old city Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me Why you gotta be so mean? (Why you gotta be so mean) You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against

There's no place like home No place like home There's no place I'd rather be than home It's been a long time on the road Without a soul to call my own I'm tired of talking to the cards I miss the flowers in the yard I'm gonna move out of the street

the leader of the pack now he's gone Mm--"Is she really going out with him? "Well, there she is, Let's ask her" "Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?" "Gee, it must be great riding with him" "Is he picking you up after school today?" "By the way,

And all that I've lost, and all that I've won Don't mean nothing more when you open your eyes and they're gone We try to stay young, by chasing the sun You blink for too long, the swans sing a song After all we've been told, we're still flesh and bone

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout