Hey young thugs, the world is yours Yeah young thug, the world is yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got Get your mind right, and get your grind right See the mission's to get what we don't got Until we filthy rich and on top You better go

Oh, Saturday Sun I met someone Ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba Out on the West Coast I gotta get back, I can't let this go Don't care what it costs No ray of sunlight's ever lost I've been undone

And I wonder, can I give you what you need? Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call I don't know if you mean everything to me So can we just pretend Ooh, I don't want this to break you Ooh, but I've got no one else to talk

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

You upsets me baby, yes, you upsets me baby Well, I tried to describe her, it's hard to start Woman, what you do to me Yes, she's 36 in the bust, 28 in the waist 44 in the hip, she got a real crazy leg Yes, I'm telling you people she's something fine

Not even the king They can't afford what we've got All the king's horses and all the king's men Can't afford what we've got Some people so poor, all that they've got is money Oh, and diamonds Some people waste their life counting their thousands I don't

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love You'll understand what I mean when I say There's no way we're gonna give up And like a little girl cries in the face of a

The reasons that I can't stay, don't have a thing to do with being in love I don't know why you gotta be angry all the time You ain't the only one who feels like this world's left you far behind Here we are What is left of a husband and a wife with four

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water