', I don't dance And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motherfucker Go on, ask some motherfuckers A young handsome motherfucker I
out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout these hoes gone be something serious. (verse 1) Im a top notch nigga i do grade A shit ima keep it 100 i want
your ass You be bumpin' teddy pendergrass I'd hit it from the back to the melody to roll it slow Now I gotta go up in it fast, but imma finish last No
dog I'd be faithful if I could But I'm Tiger Woods Yeah, I'm Tiger Woods Go get'em Tiger Get 'em Tiger (That's me) Go get'em Go get'em Go get'em Tiger
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine I still go to Taco Bell, drive through, raw, yeah I don't care, I'm still real, no matter how many records I
I'd really like to thank All the fans, I'd like to thank, thank you really though 'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days When I'd rock on MTV, that'd be really cool Yeah, it
a thang Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't
hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some
night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy I never thought it would end up
I think I'm the c-p-t, or Polly with mya, in d.c. Doin calypso, it's all about me, so ask sisqo And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.
D-I no panty lines I got my thongs on Ass so phat that it look like I got long johns on You wanna palm it right, cause it's soft and tight Cause it look
it It puts me in the mood What would it take For you to just leave with me? Not tryin' to sound conceited But me you was destiny I'm from N.E.R.D. Aren
Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip, hip hop (West Coast) Hip hop (Midwest) Hip hop (Let's go) If hip hop should die before I wake I
, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I
you getting' money, you don't have a care Now r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black
I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry Know
money, money, make it Let me hear you say take money, money Take money, money, take it Let me hear you say make money, money Make money, money, make it Let