Hoo, hoo, hoo (Love in the air) Hoo, hoo, hoo You got some very bad kids Hoo, hoo, hoo (Love in the air) Hoo, hoo, hoo You got some very bad kids Hoo
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', go I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', go I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm
The king is back Hey ladies, you know what time it is? You ready, playboy? Usher baby, let's get 'em You looking good, so f*** good I wanna celebrate
Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the
Feel the adrenaline moving under my skin It's an addiction, such an eruption Sound is my remedy, feeding me energy Music is all I need Baby I just wanna
A sacred cash cow with sickly tits Dripping temptation for hypocrites Tone deftly beaten, the prosperous Endlessly stating the obvious Caught in your
Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be wise, my dear, you must learn to just be still Until
Now we're getting nasty Everybody's talking about the kids The kids got funky soul and groove emotion But if you don't give the kids the chance to use
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
I can do the pretty girl rock, rock Rock to the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Now, what's your name? My name is Keri, I'm so very Fly oh my, it's a little
Every woman, yeah Every woman Gotta limit yeah Sang with me girl Ladies, have you ever had a man who push you when you low You wanna stay out at night
I can't believe you need me I never thought I would be needed for anything I can't believe my shoulders Would carry such important weight As your head
Yeah, all the ladies say ho, all the hoes say (Ha, ha, ha) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left
Drug boy said it's show time Streets don't give a damn They filled with such pollution The kids don't stand a chance We're trapped inside the matrix
One for the paper, two for the money My girls get money You see this is what I like to call buyou music 'Cause you better buy you a car You better buy
I know I've been telling you not now But baby, come and give it to me 'Cause I can tell by the way that you move That you're the one who could give it
So I guess I fell in love with a toy soldier He told me that our love would be marching on Hoorah, hoorah He told me that our love was mighty strong
