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(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)

Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
love
I'mma party all night, demonstrate my love
I'm gettin' my Diana Ross on
I'm hot
You got my heart on lock

Baby, love
Giving the prom hoes bad
(diana ross/bill wray/bob mounsey)

So close
When I look into your eyes
So close
I feel I'm hypnotized
I wanna stay here
For the rest of my life

So
Swing
Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes..
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day
the percussion
When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside

As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I
dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I
gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor
up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks,
you wanna try your luck
C'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked
Ass-hole snicker and get beat
Your a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete
Cause Diana Ross be
boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 1
boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 1
Stranded on death row
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jars

Rick Ross, I
And if lovin girls is wrong I don't want to be right 
'Cause my man Babyface said that it's no crime 
And of course I'll work Diana Ross overtime 
You
I can do bad by myself know
What I mean? for real
Okay, action goin' in

Rap game paid me, trap game made me
We used to be good friends now she can't
in between the two
Cause I really wanna be with you
But something is telling me that I should leave
You alone, leave you alone, leave you alone
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash [Repeat: x4]
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) [Repeat: x4]
Where my
'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in
tiny 
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me 
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare 
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
cause I'm the boss
So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
Because they know what the time is
I rock [edited] for the fly kids, be	-men,
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all
work'll move

Ricky Ross only fuck with legends
Pimp see, Bun be got the hustle perfected
I could ship it to ya or you could come and get it
Just bring
Gladys, Tammi, Randy that was the sound
To which we danced until I feel asleep
And still now when I got a bad day
That's what I need.
When my world is
reload get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real
niggas! 

[Hook] 
[Chorus] 

[Ice Cube:] 
See I'm a mean nigga 
Youse a friend nigga 
Ol' pretend nigga 
Smile and grin nigga 
I hate a false niggas 
Diana
I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em 
Any bitch wanna come test me, 
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be 
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley