me baby me baby one more time Make some noise here we go I wanna be this trouble man You say no You are the law I wanna be this trouble man You are
Kill me baby me baby one more time Make some noise here we go I wanna be this trouble man You say no You are the law I wanna be this trouble man You are
use a simile lightly 'cuz that s---'s played the common way most rhymes are made, ya know I rock like this I flow like that but all those comparisons are
cool Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use
long, I told 'em all to stay Neighbors calling to complain and rain on our parade They told me to use my head and keep my focus straight Shame on all of you
my show I dropped the mic looked down from the stage and winked at you , you winked back You can't beat that split second point of acknowledgement Solid guarantee you
'm the King of the Streets Y'all What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you? What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid?
and I can see you So lets skip this game, we both feel the same And I'll show you enough to use All you do is run through my head Are you getting tired
my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim
long To write this song for you I hope you like it I have waited so long To sing this song with you I know that you'll like it Skip classes, take chances
me But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga 'The fuck you think this
baby, you gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums If you cruisin' up the
intellectual, you don't have to be a scientist To use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts, yeh Use your natural gifts, you got natural gifts You gotta stop this depression you
we dance, it won't be a slow jam I fear no man, son, you get lynched up Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up [Chorus] [Masta Killa:] Yeah, voice skipping
whine it up for me hey baby how the hell are you? whats happenin tell me what it do. of coarse girl i remember you you use to kick it with me back in
