put a rush on us, sweet lady Maybe we can share our love with things we are related (???) 'cause I got a crush on you, my baby [Mr. Cheeks] Come back
I sweared I wish I had you here Yeah you got me in my zone Come back and make this house a home If I could take it back I would Excuse the way I act
[Mr. Cheeks] Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw'
gun up when we run up on your corny ass Back up off us nigga you the softest Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers Flash back shell-toe
a rush on us, sweet lady Maybe we can share all of the things we got related Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby [Mr. Cheeks] Come back, I'ma keep this
(feat. Alexander O'Neal) [Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks] I thought I'd write this one for you, ain't seen you in a while Staring at your picture wishing I was
[Mr. Cheeks] Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw
I wish I had you here Yeah you got me in my zone Come back and make this house a home If I could take it back I would Excuse the way I act no good Never
it, "Now hurry up ya take fo'eva'." when he was done I'd squeeze his butt-cheeks togetha' "Now get tha FUCK out my house, neva' come back!" I throw a
)] Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business (Yeah! Uh!!!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B) Awww
gotta ask again, How we got the world to listen It ain't easy to pretend, I know you lost your cool And you decided how to love again We can't stop it
yeah You must think say man a sprat Don't play no back and belly rat Well man a lion, yeah Man a lion [Mr Cheeks:] Took my freedom, my honor, my pride
somethin right?" "Yeah" "You know what I wanna hear right?" "Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint" "Wu-Tang again?" "Ahh yeah, again and again
Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
