I'm looking for a mixed girl Oh, I can't believe it But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby

Got a secret love. Secret love. Are we in love if nobody knows? Secret love, all the things we do, Secret love, baby me and you, Stayin' under cover and out of sight, If nobody knows, then we're doin' it right. We got a secret love. We're in love but

I'm outta time and All I got is four minutes, eh We only got four minutes Time is waiting To save the world No hesitating You gotta get in line, hop Tick tock tick tock tick tock Don't be a pretty Madonna, uh

Young nigga go, young nigga go Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on

Now I gotta ball without you (21) You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor I gave you my all (My all) You was my dawg (You was my dawg) I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call) Thought you had my back (Nah) You let me fall (Let me

Can I get my thrills (If I got it I'ma' give it to you) You know you want some mo girl, So come on Let's get blown Lookin' at the ladies All of them fly

Legalize it, yeah yeah And I will advertise it Don't criticize it So you've got to legalize it And it don't criticize it Legalize it Some call it tamjee Some call it the weed Some call it marijuana, daya

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it

I was broke yesterday (yeah) I was rich by the morning (the morning) Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (yeah) Hit your girl with endurance ('durance) She like "I'm okay, (okay) 'Cause I got insurance" (yeah) Your number, won't store it Call me, I

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,