the girls, we can We could, talk talk about the girls I get it in we can, talk talk about the girls And if you wanna we can, talk talk about the girls
him alone! Talk to the bomb To the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb Will we go to hell? It has never been easy Talk to the bomb To the bomb. Man on
tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever, and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror. I don't wanna talk
the crushing one-liners that you should have said But you always were reduced to angry words instead Fighting talk on the stairs Is enough to show who never cared Fighting talk
tell by your eyes that you've probably been crying forever And the stars in the sky don't mean nothing to you, they're only there I don't wanna talk
strong for now it's gone eleven stories up from the second floor a love not warm is a love not done darling you let me know talk down the girl talk down the girl
Girls talk And they think they know how girls talk And they say it's not allowed girls talk And they think they know how girls talk Girls talk, girls
forever She's the kinda girl for me She' the kinda girl for me, the kinda girl for me She' the kinda girl for me She' the kinda girl for me, the kinda girl
One, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one Whooo-eee! (Hey, hey you!) Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down Walk through
Booty, booty droppin, droppin Naughty, naughty poppin' knockin' Niggaz eyes got they suck it Drop it, drop it, poppin', knockin' M-m-m-make them clap
Back to life, back to reality Don't call it a comeback Back to life, back to reality Don't call it a comeback Body movin' body movin' A1 sound in the
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the hurt on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call
the trunk, o-open up the trunk Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50 Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk Drop an gimme 50, drop an gimme 50 Drop an gimme 50, girl
woman like that! Like Jessie's girl But I'd rather get some head I wish that I had Jessie's girl But I'd rather get some head I want Jessie's girl But
by day then at night Workin' up a sweat! 1, 2, 3 burrr! Coolin, coolin, coolin by day then at night Workin' up a sweat! Yeah! Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat C'mon girls
(Emanuel) I be on it all night man i be on that all day Straight up pimp, if you want me you can find me in the air I be on it all night, all night,
out I'm about to show all you folks What's it's all about Now it's time to get on the mic And make this party hype I'm talking it back to the old school
[Ludacris] Heyy girl how ya doin you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get to know ya can you gimme ya name if you jot down
