Songtexte:
J Valentine I Just Wanna

I just wanna, I just wanna Do you wanna, do you wanna Let me give you some of this ghetto love I just wanna give it to ya I just wanna, I just wanna

that's what she say Got off in the spot And I'm tripping She knows baby girl's first name Could it be something I'm missing Or am I just part of the

you buckin' naked all out the sheets All I wanna do is make ya happy, just ask me 'Cuz yours I'll give you the world if I can fit it through the door I

diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma The East New York Soldier, what? (Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit! Yo Greg Valentine!) [Greg Valentine

, whatcha tell her? I don't fight, I don't argue I just hit that chick with a bottle I don't fight, I don't argue I just hit that chick with a bottle

Raspberries and wine, boxing gloves Train stations and valentines Paris, I'm in debt, I can't come home My lips are wet, I hate the phone J'ai un regrette et mes chansons I

that thing Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up I see some haters grilling I see some ladies chilling I see dat girlie I

bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is J J J Jump off J J Jump J J J J J

up [J Valentine:] He ain't got the game (I got) and he ain't got the swag (I got) He ain't got the car (I got) (Said I got it baby) so you might as well