say What can make me feel this way? My girl. (My girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl. (My girl) Talkin' bout my girl. I've got sushine on cloudy day With my girl
gangsta You've tricked me nine to five, left and you said crime People telling me, you've got another guy I've been abused, watch me light in fuse Said you'd be my
you rollin'? Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he
out the girls walking down the street In the wild wild west that's where you see The freshest emcees you will say is soft From seventy five girl so raw
to feed off, I'm seesaw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate, I done came way Too far in this game
kinda romance, But it's my style, my charm, let me go on It's a chilly, it's a chilly, then it starts to get warm, I'm five foot five, stayin' alive
They cant stop my team we the bulls in their prime We keep it real ecpesially when we drop dimes We grown to the beat we the new improved Jackson five
come you can never been seen? Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you My, my, fo fo fo fo My, my, fo fo fo fo My, my, fo fo fo fo I'm going to give it
h Freak out! Hit me! Slam it baby! Enter the jam. The party is packed and I rapped Girls wall to wall. There's my man hanging out at the back Till I
me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope-fens Hip Hops in My blood Like Veins that Ivy's The son of a hustler Y'all follow my lead My shows sold out
?em Excursion flights with Bill Clinton Takin? fine girls out to Washington to get they extensions Usin? my TV phone, I see girls in they thongs Fantasizin
my mink long with my coat on My song playin, my CD pump that I wrote on Feather in weight, my sneakers light when I float on Takin my glasses off, butts
my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? I think you're insecure
the repercussions of a girl From a place where that gangsterin' and hustlin' Ballin' and bustin' so lie low Dodge low from my Chi flow We smokin' up five
your kicks Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch Cam' is clappin, I'm in Can't negotiate with Samuel Jackson It's A Time To Kill, what do I do? My girl
the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb In the sprinklers girls double dutchin on the curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson Five recordings
of My feet) My lonely days are gone- A-acha-acha (my lonely days are gone) Acha-ooh! Go on girl! Go on! hee! hee! aaow! Go on girl! I never felt so
