might be wantin to consider me a tomboy Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it Shit I got
it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone, ring my telephone If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it Ring my telephone
easy Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners Even chickens wanna cluck outside (Yo' Fab, it must be
folks a fortune For his dark and drafty houses As poor folk live in misery It's even worse for mouses He must be so lonely He must be so sad He goes
ha! You name it I wanted to be Eddie Murphy or Robin Williams. I wanted to be them I still am enraptured with comedians, they must always be carefree
must go onboard our noble fleet to join Our orders are to sea my dear and now we must obey And behind me you must stay' She says 'my lovely william
I want, I must have it I make it happen, poof, magic [Chorus] I'm trying to make sure that you feel right Cause you already know what it be like Well
met it He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it But if all I'm hearing are the sounds
love And somebody you can trust What do you want from life? What do you want from life? To try and be happy While you do the nasty things you must
feel Nore Money we got it but still try and feel more [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)] Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey) Toothbrush
, where you don't go there Want it with Bolo? Must be coco It's William back from the dead But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead It's Shakespeare
I got a letter; it came in the mail today I saw by the stamp it was written an ocean away No need to open it, I know what it must say I?ll just go back
lookin' over here You lookin' at me (He He He) With that sexy attitude But the way your girls movin' it (Uh) It puts me in the mood (Ow!) What would it
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch Stay above da ho, don't love da ho If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho I don't give a fuck about
as I can be Can you forgive me darling Can you forgive me babe I must have been crazy My little heart must have been leakin' I admit it babe I admit
FLOWERS WON'T GROW IN GARDENS OF STONE WRITERS BUCKY JONES, BOB McDILL Could it be our love wasn't planted deep enough Or could it be we just didn't