Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

One more time We're gonna celebrate Oh yeah all right Let's start the dancing Music's got me feeling so free (we gonna celebrate) Celebrate and dance so free

I'm comin' back to you, back to you And I know that I shouldn't and I wouldn't if I could And you know that this drink got me talkin', late night callin', yeah I thought that you'd never leave the city Fell in love with a girl from PR, kept up online

48 floors, that's the way we going Open up the Wraith doors, oh yeah And don't make me wait for ya Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, oh yeah And don't make me wait for it Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it So good, I should have to pay

Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let

You gotta know Let my love adorn you These lips can't wait to taste your skin, baby, no, no And these eyes, yeah, can't wait to see your grin, ooh ooh baby Just let my love Just let my love adorn you Please baby, yeah You know that I adore you

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

Yeah, breakin' up the house They're breakin' up the house Yeah, they're breakin' up the house And if they don't have a meetin' Yes, they're breakin' up the house If they don't have a meetin' Over in the house every night I bet they have a meetin' and

Peace muthafuckers (do it) Yeah I smoke pot, yeah I love peace But I don't give a fuck, I ain't no hippy Yeah I smoke pot, (do it) yeah I love peace (do it) And it's part of me But I don't give a fuck (do it), I ain't no hippy But I don't give a fuck, I

I knew when I left I’d see you again Yeah, yeah, yeah Cashmere, left it lying by your bed It’s the color red, how could I forget? Cashmere (Cashmere), last night we made such a mess Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks And the next