[Verse 1 - Ben J] How did I end up in this club? Man I swear I'm goin crazy And I can not find my phone And I need to call me baby If she saw what I was
[Verse 1 - Ben J] He wouldn't let her breath She had to let him go She was a free spirit She had to let him know Her friends were relieved that she was
Intro: I don't care what they say, what they say, what they say, what they say! Legggggaaaaa Hello, bad bitch! Hello, hello, bad bitch! Tell that nigga
Born to make it alone from the skids Don't take it for more than it is Cause we're tough kids We are tough kids You already know, you already know, Come
[Chorus] I know you mad 'cause you caught me with a jump-off, jump-off walking out my room Would've said it ain't what it seem, but if we switched places
(Legacy) Like damn I don't really like to argue, think it's pointless, but you like to start too, like I heard this, she said that, & my new friends
Nine, four, eight, one B'day Mission one, I?ma put this on When he see me in the dress I?ma get me some, hey Mission two, gotta make that call Tell him
Nine, four, eight, one B'day Mission one, I?ma put this on When they see me in this dress I?ma get me some Mission two, gotta make that call Tell 'em
I saw a young white boy open up the door For an old black lady who was walkin? in the store And it hit me, yeah, it me, things ain't all that bad I saw
My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer They just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for
Yeah, yeah, yup You know what, I was just downstairs And I was on my way up here to the studio and A guy bumped into me And he said, he said, "Yo Kris
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart Rest forever here in our hearts The last and final moment is yours That agony is your triumph Here's to you, Nicola and
They got three in the front and four in the back of a Civic Camped out all night on the sidewalk just to get tickets With their hands on the fence in
I wrote the president But I got no reply He claims he tells the truth He writes it in the sky The taxman's at the door Though he never seems polite They
No more dirty dishes in the sink when I come home I don't have to worry if I'll spend the night alone I can go to sleep and leave my record player on
Remix Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me The block salute me, the hood salute me You should salute me, they should salute me So fuck who you are
Here's to love: are we naive to think there will ever be enough easy to give and yet so hard to be deprived of can we have a little more love? And here