Lyrics:
baby, love it baby
Baby, you don't know what you do to me
Between me and you I feel a chemistry
I won't let no one
Come and take your place
'Cause
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You're still trying to catch the past
But in my world of love your style
I know will always last
That's why you're my little baby (my little baby
the devil on my tongue, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
See my lips on her mouth, everybody's talking now, baby
Ooh, you know it's true, yeah
That I
life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
Now throw yo' hands up
, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
to put it on you Boricua style
Drop it mami, drop it mami
Drop it on me, hey hey
Drop it one me, drop it on me
Drop it on me, hey hey
La, la la la
, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
You ready?
Here we go!
Life is just a party so come as you are.
Dress it up or dress it down, never forget your guitar.
Just be courageous, this
for us is now
When the table's set for two
And there's nobody with you
Seeing movies by yourself
Let me be your someone else
It could be love
that big old smile of yours
Could turn the wind into a song
How could I have doubted?
Honey it's with me that you belong
Tar baby, tar baby
I love
style, should've seen right through
All my friends, they could see the truth
You never loved me, you never loved me, yeah yeah
It's so rare for a girl
love
To roll the dice
I put it all on you and I
Until the end of time
I want your love
To start a fire
And keep it burnin' through the night
Baby
of ballers, Inglewood, we love it!
Live from LA, this way that-a-way
Slide in the hid-house
Feeling burned did-out
Kick of your shoes and relax your feet
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
that big old smile of yours
Could turn the wind into a song
How could I have doubted?
Honey it's with me that you belong
Tar baby, tar baby
I love
break
Baby, you got skills
Uh so step right up and let the R. Get a feel
I wanna see you dance to a mid tempo
You can stroke your body and make it look so
You changed the game, I like your thug style
Hey, you, it's me, turn the music down
So you can hear my invitation
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
oh, baby, it's crazy
We've got nothing left to lose
But reservations and good booze
Copy me, celebrities consume us, 'cause we
We want that Kandy Life
it was
No harm, no foul, no commitment, no vows
Baby your contract, or two or by that time, I am already tide up the way you like it
Oooooooh
No
Take your time, baby, don't you rush a thing
Don't you know I know we all are struggling
I know it is hard, but we will get by
And if you don't
twice a child
Yeah, once a man, twice a child
It's like a baby again
Strong motherfucker when you're young
I ducked a razor, ducked some punches
can't find anyone
But for now let's try just to get by
Let the tide roll out
Let the tide roll in
It's time to sink or swim
La, la, la, la, la
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
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