know I wish you were mine Ooh, and I, I just wanted you to know I had a good time Ooh, I, I had a really good time You can lie and I'll still believe
you go Hey, I wanted you to know I wish you were mine And I, I just wanted you to know I had a good time Ooh I, I had a really good time You can lie
You can say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway Maybe take it to the pawn
It's Gonna Be I'm Talkin Bout Forever More, For The Rest Of Eternity No Need To Be Insecure I Know What I Wanna Be I Know I Made A Lot Of Mistakes But I
zig-zaggin, got a degree in braggin My daughter says I'm a teen, cause like a teen my pants always saggin and I walk with a bop The {?} part of my time, I
dame, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend
straight mackin on a hoe yeah she look good and she was good to go so we hooked em up and we took em home The girl had a twin it was the craziest shit
and a strange girl beside him (returned home a worried guilty man) But inside his coat his wife found a note It said "Thanks for the good time Can I see
confused I think it's time, time that you Tell me where you wanna Be with me, or be with her This whole ordeal is such a blur See I was prepared to take a
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Time is Love What Time is Love What Time is Love I wanna see you sweat (I wanna see you sweat) I wanna see you sweat (I wanna see you sweat) America (
I ain't get a thing when I was humble And why should I be? Niggas ain't good as me The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T One of the best
know what I mean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something You know what I mean? A little Butter crunch joints or something You know what I
had yet Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame Same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn, I need to change And it's a lifestyle I wouldn't recommend
name, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend
seven years itch And I can't count the times That I've had a cold and a sore throat Not to mention all the times That I cut my fingers on a sardine
soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to
