mami in the mood This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge" I think I might wife her Y'know, powder blue
' 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
his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I
so take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C.
play this record about ten times The rap game's hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is
raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday a brother play, kid I politic and parley The fact is I practice Camoflauge to this R & B
R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin
Y-yeah Y-yeah Maino I got women in the 'burbs Women in the the hood Yeah my wifey mad 'cause she knows I'm no good Man I'm just a dog I'd be faithful
', turn it up See the money ain't a thang Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved
look and it feel like Charmin' right That bitch so scandalous SOS you know you can't handle this F-O-X B-R-O-W-N Do y'all realize what kind of trouble
me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D'
hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come
, take it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I
] Bitch get down on me at the drop of a dime fuck all that R & B singin shit I ain't got the time I'd rather bust yo'ass up with some screwed and chopped
the bone If th is is all that life can offer, I?d ra ther be dead and gone. (chorus) Y ea now, I?m livin? wild and free Don?t w ant no J.O. B.
*** ***, it is not a tumor Red like, red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big
nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac,
