[Lil wayne] (Ya Boy) Oh my what a night Imma wake up in the morning like (like) oh(oh) haha (like) oh (hah) Oh my what a night Imma wake up in the morning
(Oh-own girl, oh-own-girl, oh-own-girl, oh-own-girl) It's still no fightin tonight though homey Geyeah, it's all love tonight [Verse One: Wyclef] My
, I'm ready Check, 'Clef, to, rock Hey I'm dancin with this girl, you find your own girl (Oh-own girl, oh-own-girl, oh-own-girl, oh-own-girl) It's still
Woman, Mighty Woman, So you must be strong to make it today, Don't care no boy, don't care no man, Don't care what they say Oh me good friend, oh my
stay) Oh! Hasta la vista I'm gonna say goodbye to you Whatever happens I'll be cool with you Wanna give me your number I'll call ya Promise I won't forget ya
me Karl Kani Oh, come on now Tell me how can I Love a one dat really don't deserve me Na try fi keep and na try preserve me Me's a boy could get
used to be my roller I guess the general just lost his best soldier I thought I felt some type of bond and got close to her She mean to me more Cuz ya boy
I sit and get fried Call the weed electric chair But ya'll on death row... one request left U looking for ya girl oh she just left Her and my dick just
air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (
With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
so I reclined my seat It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T Walked straight up to my house, pulled out my key It's my girl playin [?]
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
it out (G-Unot!) [Chorus - The Game] Bitches only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit Niggaz only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit The hood only feel ya shit just
1: The Game] Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold Red spokes on my low low, oh no Nigga call
trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels In my neighborhood
: [Chorus] Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just
s; you gots to come fuck wit me [JT] I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief
next to the cupholder Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder
