Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
As I lay me down Heaven hear me now I'm lost without a cause After giving it my all Winter storms have come And darkened my sun After all that I've been
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
Lost touch with my soul I had nowhere to turn, I had nowhere to go Lost sight of my dream Thought it would be the end of me I, I thought I'd never make
Each day I live, I want to be A day to give the best of me I'm only one, but not alone My finest day is yet unknown I broke my heart for every gain To
Everyone falls in love sometime Sometimes it's wrong, and sometimes it's right For every win, someone must fail But there comes a point when When we exhale
improve my financial situation And ward off a case of the D.T.'s So farewell, my darling Perhaps we'll meet again On some sin-infested street corner in Houston
Meanwhile, on the southside of town Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south, southside Southside, the south
Konvict Akon and Whitney, yeah (Oh yeah) Did you ever wish you could get back Something that you did in your past? If it wasn't for me I know what we
Oh, oh yeah Oh, oh Came in the door, checked in my coat And who I'm looking for is staring in my face, oh They played our song, we hit the floor He held
my back door And I wound her up and I shifted her down And I offered this prayer to my Lord I said, "God get me back home to Houston alive" And I won
It's time for you to strike back, they're lookin' at you Whitney Houston, Muhammad 2 G They're watching your every move They're watching you Why you
Huh, yeah, oh, hey, yeah, huh Oh, yeah, uh, huh, yeah Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade Still enough time to figure out How to chase
A few stolen moments is all that we share You've got your family, and they need you there Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list But no
Na na, na na na na C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, ohh Ohh, this is just for me Na na, na na na, na na, na na na Kick off my shoes and relax my feet Hit the kitchen
Houston, bounce Yeah, I like that Chingaling, bounce Nate Dogg, I 20 Trackstars Yeah, I like that Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh Whoa, ooh, whoa I like that, I
[Ying Yang Twins] Yay Shit tight Click right So fine Ya'll can't fuck with us Its the Ying Yang . . . twins and Marques Houston Chita chita moving Yay
There's a boy I know He's the one I dream of Looks into my eyes Takes me to the clouds above Ooh, I lose control Can't seem to get enough When I wake
