(Lonnie Johnson) Tomorrow night, will you remember what you said tonight? Tomorrow night, will all the thrills be gone? Tomorrow night, will it be just
Tomorrow night, will you remember what you said tonight? Tomorrow night, will all the thrill be gone? Tomorrow night, will this be just another memory
(Lonnie Johnson) Tomorrow night, will you remember what you said tonight? Tomorrow night, will all the thrills be gone? Tomorrow night, will it be
m bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife your b
day is gone We up all night I wonder if can hang We used to hang from a tree Now we hangin behind the rope we V.I.P. We do it B.I.G. Ain't no need
day is gone We up all night, I wonder if you can hang We used to hang from a tree Now we hangin' behind the rope, we V.I.P. We do it B.I.G., ain't no
D.] Still livin like mental slaves [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin you look twice [both] Hidin like thieves in the night
you move it Lil' mama, show me how you move it Lil', lil' mama, show me how you move it Lil' mama Tags on the back of the Lam' say 'B Dub' Every Friday night
.] still livin like mental slaves [both] hidin like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin you look twice [both] hidin like thieves in the night
Excuses Me I've got an announcement to make Yo If you ain't never been to instead Then Welcome were chickens cluck cluck day and night G & B I see
bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife your b
can call ourselves brave, still livin' like mental slaves Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice Hidin' like thieves in the night
Hook: We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and
trucker through the night For every wrong, makin' two rights And use mics to reach new heights, the blue lights Follow, I guess it's the scent of Chicago That make 'em wanna mess with my tomorrow
