Lyrics:
Keep the ball rollin', Keep the ball rollin'.
Girl, the name of the game is love.
On your mark, get set, let the kissin' start,
and just Keep
the flesh
Oh looking for some real shit
You find it on my neck
You know I'm on some chill
Shit surrounded by the best
My number one
You're my girl, don't
put that mark on your mind
I bet you we who were all aliens by then
Will be chilling and laughing like fine
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
He Set me free
Tryin' to show you somethin' shorty
Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin' to help you open yo' eyes and see
around the whole world w
You, I'ma be famous and you were gonna
Be right by my side but as of now
When it comes to the flight you're out, side
I guess this
And all points west of that If that?s where she wanna go
This girl is fine. I sure wish the fellows could see me now.
Ooohhh. Ooh, wouldn?t believe
back to life
Psychedelic we sell it and niggas jealous fellows
Go get your hate up get your weight up I'm tellin' you straight up
You need to turn
or you love, gotta show me
Locked up in pain and you my Co-D
For all the times that we waste, we gon' need some matchin' rollies
Girl, would you ride if
lost my nerve.
Hey, you gotta keep it cool.
Girl, you need to learn the rules.
Oh, the touch. Beating lust.
Criminal display of affection.
A locked door
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
let you call me daddy
Hello
When I saw you I had to say hello
No I'm not you're average fellow
I'm Suave but I'm really ghetto
Girl I could take you
it's ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice on our minks
That fly-girl persona, it's the primadonna world
Act like you ain't heard
word up, ME
A black fellow I don't need a damn cello or a violin to win
Put girls on their knees like they're saying a prayer
Gas their headache with
you travelled everywhere
Your fellow sisters need your help I guess you know that very well - but do you really care?
You don't help no one by bringing
counseling from being banned by your rapping god
But Subway needs a new pedo, I heard Jared's gone
Put that in your file, you child molester
I see your
What did you say
Like you said
You don't even wanna hear my name
Like your heart fly away
All your love fly away
I don't need you by the way
I don't
for a fellow man
If you please
You seem in a hell of a rush
No need for pleasantries
And it's a compliment when I say
I can tell by your type of tie
Always on the B-Team
And I'll be here till somebody needs me
The only girl will take the fault
My time it scrapes by like skin on asphalt
Put your
I'm tired of running from you
Slow dancing, I’m slow dancing with you
You’re like a girl I resist, but you wait for me by my bed
You leave your mark
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