deep in love was not the plan Baby, because of you and what you do You made me a good man, oh baby (Made me a good man) It's all because of you, you
just a boy and not a man Falling deep in love was not the plan Baby, because of you and what you do You made me a good man, oh, baby Used to change my
a boy and not a man Falling deep in love was not the plan Baby, because of you and what you do You made me a good man, oh, baby Used to change my numbers
get yo' ass in and let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E
get any closer I'ma have somethin' for her to grind on, grind on T R O U B L E spells trouble, trouble, trouble T R O U B L E spells trouble, trouble
E G I R L. She's my everything; she's my dream come true If I don't tell her, man, I don't what I'll do It feels so good that I can't keep it to myself
't D Block or Double R nigga No doubt imma stretch you Imma shoot back 10 feet Imma catch you Real brutal shit Make sure I snap your neck too S L R or
cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A.
potion with verse fire and simmer, my man And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am: it's the B-R-O double akh-K-L-wY-liN out The cowboys who
Shorty, ya lookin' fly boy Certified, ya went platinum 'Round tha world coast to coast, ya good wit me Ya get a stunna certification R.R.A.A. ya good
she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood 'Cause that was good
nigga boxin' On this mic, you can see I'm blessed Some say I'm the One, like KRS Shoutout to Clue, Flex and Doo Wop R.I.P. Big L, Pun, Biggie and Tupac
big boy jet Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago I got cribs better year estates man I'm in L.A. with Atlanta
that Cajun, guns stay bond cock Boiler on lock, hold shit down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox What 'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L
ass, man In the streets of Warren, Michigan we call 'em tramp stamps That means she belongs to me, time to put the damn clamps Down and show this hussy who's the man
drive So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride The world going crazy, n-ggas going crazy They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L
" Formulated my plan, motivated by dreams Parlayed wit' my mans, motivated my team Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a foot in" Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden
know Aww yeah! Another ABC smash gonna make ya mad! Uh come on come on everybody And guess who's up next, kick it! L I L' D A V E 4 feet shorty of the
