not the old spice mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue betty cracker made it better poindex the flex to track by Busta with a little bit of sore
more, than what you askin' from me I need a little bit of space, a little bit of wealth, okay And oh, about the feets, a little to the left Like this
Can't nobody love you like I'm gonna love you Can't nobody love you like I'm gonna love you See I, I, I don't mind you Putting up a little bit of fight
, hey Here's a little story 'bout a Friday night Buckwild 'cause yo, that's kind of my style Check it on the town with a girl named Kay-Bee And a bow
it, formulate a caper 'Cause a nigga straight sufferin' from lack of havin' paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see some
, a little bit Sweet Makeba Yo, why don't you just come to the crib you know? We could listen to some music Talk about things Ooh, I see, you're not a
a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined My
, I'm as real as they come Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum The kind of man to offer you a drink And hold a conversation with you to
the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin Can you see me now? Heheheh Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture Can you see it? Hahah
just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out (Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon
Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant You
who bump they gums who the one Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record Said I was wack and washed up, done Said a nigga might scare little ones He's a
we all yellin' "Is there any more?" When it ain't we go home for hard liquor, Make sure that it's mixed, yeah And twist it with a little bit of lemon
a lil drink (drink) All you gotta do is show a player a lil pink (pink) Might buy you some earrings or a lil mink (mink) Naw, your man aint no problem, hes just a
a girl it really don't take to long (Low bass) But girl's always trying to turn ya on (Low bass) With a little squeeze but it's just a tease Give it some
a samba with beauty It's needed a bit of sadness If not the samba can't be made To make a samba is not like telling a joke And who makes samba like
I need some love like I never needed love before (Wanna make love to ya, baby) I had a little love, now I'm back for more (Wanna make love to ya, baby