We found love in 772, she straight up outta 772 The feelings that I got for you is true, so baby let me cater to you Girl, you know I love it when I'm next to you Riding through the 772, the feelings that I got for you is true So baby let me cater to you

A kid out of school, trying to find my way. But I don't know the rules, teach me how to play. You sure know what you're doing holding me this way. And I'll go where you lead me Anywhere you say. You've got me where you want me. So darling please be kind.

I pull up, I pull up You jump inside And you are unforgettable (unforgettable) I need to get you alone (oeh) Why not? A fuckin' good time never hurt nobody I got a little drink, but it's not Bacardi If you loved the girl, then I'm so, so sorry I gotta

I heard you got a new girlfriend Yeah, it's hurtin' me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me And it's hurtin' me And it's hurtin' Yeah, it's hurtin' Breakfast in bed, darling I got your bed falling I make you beg for it

It's tragedy It's hard to bear When the morning cries and you don't know why When the feeling's gone and you can't go on You're goin' nowhere When you lose control and you got no soul With no one to love you, you're goin' nowhere I really should be

C is for your confidence, boy I love the cool in you R is for rumors they make, I wish that they were true U, you put a smile on my face, you're unforgettable S is for your sexiness H I thought I had it I gotta crush on you, I love me some you A big

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Your Daddy's Lambo? Let me see Hollywood for real You really in

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

Hello friend, how has it been Ain't it wonderful, you've got a friend Though we've changed in our endeavors I found we still have some things in common Now ain't it strange and wonderful That we, we're still friends Through our hearts, we've never parted