boy, Ne-Yo Let's go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Girl, what you want Big chips is it? New whips? A nice boot with jeans that just fit Her perfection how they stick
you softly when I see the signs (La, la, la) I, I look over to see you (Yeah) And you're checkin' out the rear view I'll control the stick you drive between the lines
D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still
saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side And I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, would you go downtown" And she said, "Well, I gotta go but my friend can stick
man a line Peace on earth To tell the ones who hear no sound Whose sons are living in the ground Peace on earth Jesus in the song you wrote The words are sticking
for your spirit and your mind Sometime That's how we drop it on the up on the line One time lyrics that must stick on your mind Pop a bass line, I'll
eye, TLC You got to lick it before you stick it and that's just me I be killin' 'em with the Gucci fits and kicks And you be hurtin' my ears with them lines
high school. Thing about the second line. You know, felt like a fool? People say it all the time. Even when it's true. So, who's that conscience sticking
ya waitin for me,hope ya waitin I really don't need to tell you You already know you fine It ain't one girl in this world who would'nt stand in line
Woke up this mornin', yeah, you got yourself a gun Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yourself a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So I got mine,
sample singing] "woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun".. [chorus] Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
sticking, falling down Love forever, love is free Let's turn forever you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in? Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats Lining
a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes, need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking
I'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town Do me a favor -- don't stick around 'cause my
thing that looks good on me is you Yeah, it's you, it could only be you Nobody else will ever do Yeah, baby it's you that I stick to Yeah, we stick
minimal, oppression's subliminal These days it's hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels
the next day Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking me I walk the streets and camouflage my identity My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask My crew in the Jersey wear the mask Stick
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown" She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around