-3, shoo-bee-doo I love you 4, that's more than I can afford And I can tell someday that I'm gonna say the truth I love you 5 I love you 5 I love you 5
3 shoobee doo I Love You 4 That's more than I can afford And I can tell someday That I'm gonna say the truth I Love You 5 I Love You 5 I Love You 5
And look, I really think that nobody does it better I love the way that you put it together Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you
tha coalition Everybody go and listen We're going on a mission Giving you what you've been missing So scream, and shout, You gotta let it out The energy will never die I
you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, every thing done Nails done, hair done, everything d... Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh You you
to react, but you were never calm And never, could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine and black patented leather
drink Miller I like Heineken, it's sort of like my vitamin I gotta rhyme, because I got a big mouth Where I come from, what, what I side with the Southside
you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are
From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when
in this car for 5 hours, what you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes
we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You shut the [beep] up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you
are you take me for? To hell with you, to hell with me Yeah, I never wanna see your face again Where the *** do you think you is going, going? I loved you
and bringin' their business] [Dre'sta] Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do? Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you
clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, and when I come through everybody
that I strike with Let alone try to hold the pen that I write with You can even chop off my fingers I type with Those I hold a mic with, thinking I might
