it I love it how you do it yeah ma you know you get it good honey honey come here I like the way you work it work it ma you know you get it good honey
I want And I think I deserve it, won't hurt it Promise I'll be worth it So give me that, give me that, give me that good love 'Cause baby you're what
where tha club and tha bump at And I'll have her sayin', "Please daddy, bump that" It's tha remix, it's tha remix B2K and Pied Piper It's tha remix, it
get sprung so don't trip, tell'em (Ain't no love, bitch) So let's speak about a freak named Connie Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni I can't
and it don't stop It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' To the beat y'all, and it don't stop It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin' Let me tell you
, falling, falling Check it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get back He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that Another single mom
to show So it's all about Joe They call her jezebel On her way to get wocked out Get battery And get kicked out Jezzy weren't expecting more than four
t sweatin it Ahhh Yeah Yeah Sweet Daddy ain't sweatin it Ahhh Yeah Yeah Dready Bear ain't sweatin it Ahhh Yeah Yeah Billy Bear ain't sweatin it Ahhh
heard Or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad But it was I singled out a whole race
way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life Baby daddy
of shoes Ain?t nothing but an invitation to the blues But you can?t take your eyes off her Get another cup of java And it?s just the way she pours it
lady You are appreciated, don't cha know we love ya? Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed
looking at the door for the ho ho ho Cause I know When theres a christmas uptown Ain't no chimney for santa to come down Verse 4: Puffy Daddy Now to
know? You can't treat a bitch good, you know (no) What good is a nigga who ain't slappin his hoe So peep, let 'em all know that you don't play And every
what you think lame nigga I feel the same 'Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me Well, I ain't
{tec-9} I don't like to dream about gettin' paid No time for slippin' no time to get laid Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 Nigga's on the come up
everything Now think about it, isn't it a coincidence Everybody wants them dead presidents? See those that don't have it love jackin' you head to toe
straight from the bottle not the cup, And it gets us more than just fucked uuuuup... And I like it yall.. ..like it yall... Like it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it