It was your smile it was your style That had me gone from the jump It was your name it was your sign That made want to run Fly me to Vegas Packing my
Yeah, you know what it is Aiyyo, back on the scene, ain't nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things, whippin' somethin' mean The whole shorts in the Rolls
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
[Carl Thomas] (Faith Evans) Uh, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah (Emotional) I always dreamed that everything would be okay With me and you, but I
I have no doubt that I could love you forever The only trouble is you really don't have the time You got one night only, you got one night only You got
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
It's five o clock somewhere, somewhere There's dancing in the streets because somewhere, someone is having a dance-off somewhere, someone is celebrating
Another long summer's come and gone I don't know why it always ends this way The boardwalk's quiet and the carnival rides Are as empty as my broken heart
You should stay away from roses And be careful to avoid chocolate hearts Keep distant from romantic notions Cause that's where love most often starts
Tell me actions speak louder But there's something about her words that hurt Closing up and it's so late and I'm the last one still waiting for you to
You never looked so good as you did last night Underneath the city lights There walking with your friend, laughing at the moon I swear you looked right
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE a?? HAAAAW I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody loves this song I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody sing along I'm a
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
Check the bassline out, uh huh Jigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah Let it bump though It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for
You push me I don't have the strength to Resist or control you Take me down Take me down You hurt me But do I deserve this? You make me so nervous Calm
Rather die in your arms than die lonesome Rather die half than die hollow The higher that I climb, the deeper I fall down I'm running out of time so let