show your face around my world Woah ooh whoa ooh oh And show your face to me Woah ooh whoa ooh oh And show your face to me Haven't you ever listened
better show your face around my world Woah ooh whoa ooh oh And show your face to me Woah ooh whoa ooh oh And show your face to me Haven't you ever listened
em know, used to be proud I don't care she dike Baby can go, put on a show, she do what I like Excuse me miss, what's your name I don't wanna tell
Maurice White, Burt Bacharach & Philip Bailey All my life I've been told Men don't show much emotion And they say With love we play Games that have
wantin It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall Said you can't go without me yall, Said you can't go without me yall [Verse 2] Now
t got one problem with this Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold, one nice, untold You can look but don't touch, Guns
kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold
shot dead They don't bother me I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life "Grrr" you hate Mac and you say you gonna fight? It's
them handcuffs Playing for a blue van, cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I
selection Daddy G So whether you're black white or half-caste in your complection 3D Yes pull out your phono plug and tuck you in your phony It's
you 2 soft ain't no way that you can face the street I lace the beat Trackrunner feds can't trace my feet or replace my bars in a place wit bars Speedy racer won't
situations Seems to be my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a
Applebee's - tastes gross, lap dance - pesos Kid Rock - white trash, Limp Bizkit - don't ask Handgun - under stress, LSD - Hunter S. Thanks for your time Peace That I can't
you ain't -- Come on, you're being silly I know Bruno and Billy Plus 7L's spinning, that's my DJ "What do you mean he's your DJ?" Yo, yo [Chorus:] No
don't make me oohh (Gangster, gangster, gangster) Nigger don't make me have to step up in the club Whit my dogs show all you mater fuckers how we ball
instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your