fallin. for your love. and I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna get up. And I don't wanna get up. No. Verse
been hating me since I been nine, shining With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the
Yo, yo, yo Yo, love is the kind of love That make a brother wanna shake yo game, game Yo, love is the kind of love That don't cause no stress, no pain
to hurry on his way but he waved good-bye saying don't you cry i'll be back again someday thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump, look at frosty go
chill, be cool, homie, grab a drink 'Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank We at The Palms where it ain't no drama Hugh Hef' thugged out wearin' Layzie pajamas House coat, pure silk
crazy But in a way that make ya baby page me Don?t make me get buck in here! Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners Too much booty
ken's in boston There must be something in l.a. But becky's on kings highway, was the egg cream of choice And if you don't believe me, go ask any of the
cross Will cross again Speak to me, speak to me shadow I spin from the wheel, nothing at all Save the need, the need to weave A silk of souls, that whisper, whisper A silk
Finn:] If you don't like my attitude Then you can get lost [Santana with girls:] Manhattan women [Santana:] Are dressed in silk and satin [Finn with Artie:] Just go
down the street Now don't ask me to dress you up, in satin and in silk Your eyes look like two cherries in a glass of bottled milk Don't roll those
And it's on Ain't nothing wrong With being soaking wet Ain't nothing wrong With being soaking wet Ain't nothing wrong With being soaking wet Ain't
I ain't gon' tell ya, I keep that to myself But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland
taxes don't bite us, bite us My life, my life It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they
Cadillac But on the other hand, if you can't pimp And the hos keep treating you like a simp I don't know what to say about you boys You better go to
-Net all over my head Put the panties on my but and then I fled Wheredya go? Went to work at the Chinese Restaurant Workin' hard for stuff I ain't got
alleys, throw your hands in the air Steppin' to the park in the hill you can?t hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don?t slip, the