It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon' try Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, throw away that phone 'Cause I know you missed a snap on a another, I can name three or four

I swallow the truth to keep from lying I was diving, I was diving Yeah, I surfaced when all of my being was enlightened I shut and locked the front door No way in or out I turned and walked the hallways And pulled the curtains down yeah I knelt and

Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Be with (yeah) no one

Oops, oops, ooh Fuck a nigga's bitch, I'm like, "Oops" (oops) Pass her to the gang, nigga, that's an alley-oop (oop) Ridin' 'round town in an all-white coupe (yeah) Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah) You was buyin' Polos, I was buyin'

Toot it up, drop Drop (yeah) Drop, ayy (yeah) Drop (drop it like it's hot) Drop, ayy (drop it like it's hot) Drop, ayy (like it's hot)

The night is still young And so are we We're just getting started yeah yeah I never worry, life is a journey I just wanna enjoy the ride What is the hurry? It's pretty early It's okay, we'll take our time Can't you see the night's still early

Yeah, I am a fighter All my life I was afraid to die Your venomous heroine I will fall and rise above And in your hate I find love I will not hide my face I will not fall from grace Alive inside these

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Je voudrais être noir Et c'est pourquoi je voudrais Yeah, yeah! Yeah! Hey hey hey, Monsieur Wilson Picket Hey hey hey, toi Monsieur James Brown S'il vous plaît dites-moi comment vous faites Monsieur Charles, Monsieur King, Monsieur Brown Moi je fais de

Watching you turn, you turn You turn, you turn the heat on You turn every little bit of me on A little drawl when you talk, little wiggle in your walk The way you moving it, yeah you got me losing it You've got, you've got me feeling four sheets To the