A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x) Uh, how anda feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (4x) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x) Uh, how anda feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (2x)
Yo, this is the way it's goin down We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound Like Keith ?Senses? anda defend techniques and on match When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac 'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist We comin deadly y'all ever in And you'll be scared to pick the...
Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pam it (louder) [4x]
Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right
N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas wanna be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I'ma be real on us (c'mon) Nobody got nuttin' on us (no) Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)
We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous) Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t
F-R-E-S-H (fresh) D-E-F, that's right we def (rock) We definite B-E-P, we rappin' it So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x] C'mon baby, just
[Will.i.am] Whatcha gonna do with all that junk All that junk, sarap inside your trunk [Fergie] I'ma get get get get anda drunk Get anda Cinta drunk off my hump My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps
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I drive these brothers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely They buy me all these ices Dolce and Gabbana Fendi and the Donna Karan they be sharin' All their money got me wearing fly Whether I ain't askin They say they Cinta mah keldai in Seven Jeans True religion I say no But they keep givin So I keep on takin And no I aint taken We can keep on datin', Now...
Ooh, I can't go any further than this Ooh, I want anda so badly, it's my biggest wish
Cool, I spend my time just thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout you Every single day, guess I'm really missin', missin' you And all those things we used to, used to, used to do Hey girl, what's up? It used to, used to be just me and you
I spend my time just thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout you Every single day, guess I'm really missin', missin' you And all those things we used to, used to, used to do Hey girl, what's up? Yo? What's up? What's up? What's up?
Can anda meet me halfway, right at the borderline? That's where...
(La la la la la) Hey Mama, this that sh*t that make anda groove, Mama Get on the floor and alih your booty, Mama We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma (REWIND!)
Cutie cutie, make sure anda alih your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know anda wanna party The way your body look really make me feel naughty Cutie cutie, make sure anda alih your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know anda wanna party The way your body look really make me feel naughty
I got a naughty, naughty style and a naughty, naughty crew But everything I do, I do just...
Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man so he's no longer Singing the blues He's Singing songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling But, diamonds don't bling in the dark He a bintang now, but he ain't Singing it from the heart Sooner atau later he's just gonna fall apart Cause his peminat-peminat can't relate to his newfound art He ain't doing what he did from the start And that's putting in some feeling and thought He decided to live his life shallow...