Please, Miss Giry I want to go back I want my mother The world is hard The world is mean It's hard to keep Your conscience clean Please, you're hurting
why can't we go back yeah Why can't we go back yeah [Bridge] Why can't we just go back girl Why can't we just go back girl I know you hear me baby
me why can't we go back yeah Why can't we go back yeah [Bridge:] We can't we just go back girl We can't we just go back girl I know you hear me baby
why can't we go back yeah Why can't we go back yeah [Bridge:] We can't we just go back girl We can't we just go back girl I know you hear me baby Tell
that taxi cab cause later my bachelor pad i hate to see her go but i love to watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and
girl Hey, girl, I'm pickin' you, let's go You gotta be the baddest in the club is all I know Tell your friends I'll see you tomorrow And tell them that young Lloyd done taught you the back
The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back
im guna make u screammm ima let u have it let me be yo habit say go, go, go, go
, And now we murderers,Because we kill time, I knock her lights out,And she still shines, I hate to see her go,But I love to watch her leave, But I keep her running back
watch me sagg you actin so sad yea set me free (Verse one) yeah you know, im stunnin man look at me i i i'm the man here i go im commin' man for this
[Lloyd:] We'll be kissin' in the club I know you feelin' me I can see we gonna need a little privacy So you can be as loud as you wanna be I got an idea
diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I ain't spending quarters So cut the games Ma, let's go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back
(Yeah, ooh, ooh,ooh) [Lil Wayne] Uh, yeah Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea??s my dealer Yeah Ita??s the Lloyds own killer Shea??s my pusha Shea
ll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon
You know you want to) Yeah, it go, shawty, lemme manage ya I know how to handle ya Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur There go the paparazzi
