uh B5 [Bryan:] Do you really wanna be my girl? [Verse 1: Carnell] When I see you around me I fill up with butterflies I love the way you look girl And
are you alive Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [X4] They call me black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, Hell closes B-Boy posin', punk rock chicks,
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city life Agent Provocateur holding titties right I'm haute couture of hoes galore give my girl
Like voila, you do it right, he just might buy you a car Unless you play these suckers just like B.O.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls
' actually learn But not now 'cause, girl, I got tracks to burn I stay on my J O B Nigga, me, P Diddy, B R O B The more hits we make, more money to burn
But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob
as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls
dude Just give a nigga some space Just tryin' to talk honey dog I ain't got time to waste (Check it) Why is you over here lookin' at me While all these girls
im sayin is a crime but we dont really care i continue gettin mine cuz this my 9 to 5 Chorus. all day this my 9 to 5 still livin all that i like grindin
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him tonight I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5, girl Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's, girl I'ma show
it on I speak how i feel im a fox 5 general yall rap b****hes is all so subliminal thats why i ones them everytime i pass em frontin wit young g the fox 5
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girl, girl, get that cash If it?s 9 to 5
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
Atlanta girls, let me see your hands Wave em at the b-tches hating on you with their friends Girl you got it Let em know everything big Nails done hairs done, everything big And my NY girls
's our secret But peep it made it down the hall, she came running Bags about to bust, blouse wrinkled but still stunning, I don it Made a mack move and girl
palace, rubbin' skin with baby oil 'Till both of my hands get calloused Huh, a fly girl in my world No need to ask, you my girl Come on Got somethin'
