Ooh, ooh, ooh Could we get a room On the south side of the ghetto? Could we make sweet love In the forest or the meadow? Can we get it to get it on Til
[Verse 1:] Could we get a room on the southside of the ghetto. Could we make sweet love while in the forest or the meadow. Can we get it on get it on
Where we stand, Do we share this special thing called love, I know I do, What about you, I just can't get enough of the time... I need you in my life, Where do we
) (chorus) Sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' about you I must confess I'm a mess for you Sittin' up in my room Back here thinkin' about you I'm just a mess with a
nigga if you shy move on Only room for a thug that can hold on Keep me right in the night, early in the morn I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure
private resort you can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somwhere so we can make more money, then you
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth
me if you can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a
the single, my man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light
!) My brothers were goin, they were gettin down Even Pops was goin for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!) They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted "We can and you can
yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff) [Verse 1] (T.I.) One day in L.A., I'm at the mall Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls And I ran into this
to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the Limo
the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
it like Kray Jackson tonight (Kray Jackson tonight) I'm finna get it hype, Lay let me get a light Bartender, let me get a shot of Henny, make it double Mix a lil' gin with it, gon' get
Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get
a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits Muscle
