It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything for young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man,

To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers As we proceed Get live motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers As we proceed (Who shot ya?)

Whoot whoot whoot whoooo I ain't the one for you Oh oh oh oh If you really want to find Someone to get some behind And if you really want to know Boy you need a silly ho To do whatever you want to do

I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

Forget our memories Forget our possibilities (Just give me myself back and) What you were changing me into Take all your faithlessness with you Sometimes I'm in disbelief, I didn't know I don't need one more day, of you wasting me away Sometimes I need

Let's spend the night together Now I need you more than ever Let's spend the night together now My, my, my, my Don't you worry 'bout what's on your mind (oh my) I'm in no hurry I can take my time (oh my) I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied

Go 'head do what you came to do You want the truth, you can't handle the truth We on a need to know basis and you don't need to know Wanna know all the things that I used to do When I keep it on the real you get an attitude You want to follow my past

Like you wish you never met me I alone take the blame While you take everything Why can’t we start this over What have we done to us You say that you need closer I refuse to fade away As you try to forget me Take my heart and walk away

I love to love ya baby I need a crunk tight nigga Makes seven figgas Laced with a platinum Not the silver shit nigga X to L stigga Now don't get me wrong cause I'm not a ho But I know what I got you can't handle though