I wanna be the reason you smile Yeah, this something special ya know, something epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thugging don't mean he don't Don't wanna see you smile baby After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes I'm getting the feeling

Let's raise a glass And have a toast to all our differences (ay) You carry me on your shoulders (Ya, ya, ya, ya) I wonder where my limit lies, my limit lies When I don't know what my limit is Hey, I wanna live in a leaderless world I wonder what that is

Come on, baby, give me a little more you I know I never can get enough Don't hold back one bit of your love Strong and steady for ya, I'm all ready Come on, baby, give me a little more Don't you want to dive on in? Yeah, the water feels right Dancing on

Rock you baby on a wraparound porch Underneath a magnolia blossom Walk you down old live oak road Barefoot bridge see a sunset show Say I love you when I pull you close And you know it's true, as the gospel Ain't nobody gonna love you better than This

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me If you want my body and you think I'm sexy Come on, sugar, let me know Come on, sugar let me know She sits alone, waiting for suggestions He's so nervous, avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors Red bottoms only for the centerfolds Big bodies I got 10 of those Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls So I let the bitch hang out with me right You know word got around I was fucking this nigga

Ya running and ya running And ya running away Can't run away from yourself Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away) Who feels it knows it, Lord But ya can't run away from yourself Every man thinketh his Burden is the heaviest (heaviest) Can't run away

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up