is, check You can't hold me I work my 9 to 5, better cut my check This goes out to all the women getting it in, you're on your grind To other men
Top notch whip on that good drink from texas Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked Please be good cause it could go down Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold
time it is You can't hold me I broke my 9 to 5 and copped my cheque This goes out to all the women getting it in, Get on your grind To the other men that
You can't hold me I work my 9 to 5, better cut my check This goes out to all the women getting it in you're on your grind To other men that respect
of love inside Just believe and pray, hold on to me and say stay I can't handle you leaving me Just dream, dream with Jaheim I'll work overtime anytime just
a-ti yi youpy youpy yea On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third
chance Right now, I just don't know I'm staring out the window through these teardrops Holding on to the only dream that turned out right We're on a
you Flying home tonight You know how proud you make me I could never hold you down But what I'd give to hold you down here In this Texas town You went
's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind 'Cause
Philly niggaz is, whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa My New York peoples they hold
(Short Dawg) We ridin', just bounce wit me (Short Dawg) Here to play the game Yeah Whatch'all gonna do? And we ridin' (Short Dawg) What's on yo' mind
, but it be back They got pussy on the market, where the G's at? [Chorus] [Too $hort] Biatch! On your mind You can't hold back, now's the time Jump
all lad' come to chill Specially if y'all up on the bill From the old up from A town 'Cuz y'all like it cheaper right now AKA as I get on my roll Work
uh huh Because I got it like that G: like how? A: like that Verse 1: afrika, mike g Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on
, thats real talk. Hold up, RIP to Hawk, RIP to Moe, RIP to Chad. I dont need a pen and pad. Im actin bad. Hold up, im on that madden, in the crib one
-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level