it I love it how you do it yeah ma you know you get it good honey honey come here I like the way you work it work it ma you know you get it good honey
real Cause down here you was a soldier Always said "Do it, it can't be faded" Always said "Do it you gon' make it" And I made It I wish you were here to see It
But I bet when he get to that stage I'll tell him Don?t be like daddy, fuck up, become a young convicted felon Go to school, get an education, say no
of dawn, lets get it on so you can feel it, dick down your spine, I don't mine takin it off, breaking it off, shakin it off, doing it again stickin it
All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The
it to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy Alright Daddy, bring it to me Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy..)
And it's so cold, I'm callin it wintery If you don't understand you must be thinkin elementary.. Badder than this it don't come And you get strung from
couldn't keep a good rap down And if it hurts ya, we don't wanna nurture that of which you fear, so I'ma leave it up to you Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy
Daddy-O] Now nobody move (nobody get hurt) Nobody move (nobody get hurt) C'mon, nobody move (nobody get hurt) Tell me what you came to see? (Daddy-O doin work!) [Daddy
Daddy-O] Shoppin downtown on the street Lookin for a pair of new sneaks then I went to get a bite to eat I saw a guy and his lady She didn't look my way
feel good I can love you too We can keep it on the low we can tell 'em too, I bet your man can't really do it like me, I bet your man can't make you hump
don't love these hoes But she makes me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good
Nobody Get Hurt And Nobody Don't Move Just Give It Up Smooth G Unit Motherfucker You Move,I'll Flash My 2 And Blast My 2 G Unit Nigga,You Don't Know Me
ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get
t goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me) [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The
you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch make it snappen [Chorse x2: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what you doing
hurt, hurt I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt So I don't need I don't need, I don't need I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
would do But when you get down to it It's got a good sound to it Don't meddle around with it 'Cos it's far too wet to woo When Mummy and Daddy play
