I wanna wanna be where you are, oh oh I gotta gotta be where you are, oh oh I wanna be, I wanna be, oh Yeah yeah baby, now I wanna be, I wanna be, oh
in you, you growl And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now And I aint jealous, it?s the principle now I?m so into you I really like what
baby ooh you know that I love you yea yes oooh hooo ohhh oooh ohh I can?t really explain it I?m so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you
in you, you growl And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you I really like what
it how you want it but your bitch is on fire I gotta be a player so I stay strong cause I know that I won't be away long and when I finally do hit the
a big Lincoln Wearin an unbuttoned shirt And be a fifty-five year old pervert But for now rap's the occupation But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation Hoes are
you a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken wild out take fools out without joking if I run out of shots I
headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat My peoples are you with me where you
:] Yo, R.I.P. to my warrior's gone Stokely, George Jackson, Huey ??? If you feelin me, we should be, family Vanity, hold us back mentally, my brother be
where you see Emcee rappers make you look like wheat 'cause you would never hang in the wild wild west Without you hoopsta in the wild wild west You
you I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like what I feel when I'm with you You're a dream come true
Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes But ladies I ain't always violent You
hour and a half "Where are you going?" "I'm going up and I paid for it too I can stay here as long as I want" Folks, you wanna go up and down stairs
cell phone So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone' Rock your hardhat black 'coz you
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken Wild out take fools out without joking If I run out of shots, I
