good for me Money's good to me Money can't buy me love But it can rent me some pussy You get your hands on a little bit of it and before you know it
I Love You A Little Bit More. (And More) Find Myself Asking, What Are You Waiting For. (What You Waiting For) Coz Everyday I Love You A Little Bit more. (And More
a cocoon opposite of Cancun Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than life, I try to shed some light on a man Not many people
a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that
it down And it goes a little something like this Yo, dog, you see a little something you like? You say, here Kittie Kittie, here Kittie Kittie Kittie And she lookin' all good
neighborhood squealer No different, just as bad as a drug dealer [ Mike G ] Girlfriend said that he was just a sweetie But caught by a biz that was a bit more
turn the lights off [Chorus] [Diddy] Hello, Good morning lets go, lets work, Hello, Good morning lets go, lets work, Hello, Turn me up a little bit more
I'm a soldier I'm a soldier (Na na na nah na na nah) I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo, never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta
The Cherokee Cowboys Are knockin' on your record player once more And we hope that you can just kinda sit back kick off your shoes And relax just a little bit
Freedom what I want Freedom what I do What about you? I realize love revelation My life, shouldn't be hard to live You know what my weakness is Make me a little bit
the way All the way Seems like your ready Girl are you ready To go all the way All the way Look in the mirror Now come a little bit closer Don't be
well Wasn't it good, wasn't he fine Isn't it madness, he can't be mine But in the end, he needs A little bit more than me for security I know him so
won't face you like a soldier Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead cop's wife Cops kill my people everyday, that's life We survive, it's more than
a bitch know that I might just explode And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode 'Cause a nigga gettin' throwed Good weed, good drink, big money,
to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't want to hear the good time is coming.. Don
t have a case 'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing Not even a face He had to clear his name He bit off more than he could chew His absent minded
a sandwich I better grab my ghetto blaster and a few tapes, A thurmos full of water and a bag of fresh grapes Some more tapes cause you know that