a hurricane Hey, hey, hey, hey You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me You've no clue what you do to me
If you tell me you love me then try to do some things my way Hey baby, can't you see what you're doing to me Well, you say you're gonna leave me You'
you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me
them out of my 'Cause I'm the king of my own life So put your heats in the air You gotta love being you Do it like I do Please excuse me if I scared
me, oh Lay it on me Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh Put your hands on my body Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now Lay it on me... [Kelly Rowland] What time do you
take y'all where you need to go Down to my hood, back in them woods We do it different 'round here, that's right But we sure do it good, and we do it
goin' back in I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman
care Be my unholy, my one and my lonely Girl just look what you done, How could you do this to me? I gotta put my foot down, I can't let you do this
minute, let me do my thing that I still won't steal my drink So many girls so we need champagne, relax, maintain Wait a minute, let me do my thing that
me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me
the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112 (P. Diddy):] Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh) Wanna
Can you feel me? Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do it Do that sh**, do that sh**, do
your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do
me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me
Reptar you must be really losing a screw Becuase I think we losing control so what we gonna do? Tell me what we gonna do CHECK IT! (Chorus) What are
and carried away f-ck it me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And now you bitches that be hatin can catch a bouquet, ouww yeah, you a star in my eyes, you
'm talkin armageddon shit, they "Yes, you the Marines" Ain't gon be no chance, you bout to go to sleep Hit you where you breathe and then you feelin like
and carried away f-ck it me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And now you bitches that be hatin can catch a bouquet, ooo yeah, you a star in my eyes, you