(feat. Kymani Marley) [Chorus: Prince Be] we be movin' on up to the eastside where I can do my bid in a phat ass crib in the sky we be movin' on up
to face Does he kiss you in the way to say You're the other woman, the other woman You always be the other woman You always be the other woman Baby Trust
it off Twisted sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off Six different liquors with a Prince wig plastered on Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that
mon) Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real? (Say what?) 'cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (c'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-
turn out the lights? We?ll find forgiveness when we?re in each other?s arms tonight It ain?t pretty but somehow we always make it through Ohh, it?s gonna be
other side (Get there) Get there (Get there) Get there I've been in these chains for so long I'll break free and I'll be there where I belong Hold
my love [verse II] Kick it with ya friends (go) Go out with other chicks (go) Be all up in the mix (go) You got the right to do it You wanna be a pimp Be treated like a prince
As easy as it looks to you I make it look so easy With the music I be making the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking
Trey Songz You Can Call Him The Prince He Rep 2 Up 2 Down Anyone I Know Get Used To Me Im Far From The Man That I Used To Be And I Dont Ever Really
fuck poppin Cris Non-stoppin piss on tracks, wombats Son, I'm feelin this UG, Phan, Pharoahe and Po, we be the illest What [Prince Poetry] Strictly catastrophic
you mean how'd you Get suckered into this you gonna jump into my truck And then try to get truculent? [Royce] You should be suffering, you should be cooking You should be
I'm not playin I want her back ya punk This is hello kitty bed spread satin funk Mixed with egyptian with a little rap and punk Zapp and eric clapton Shaft, prince
know you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problems complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut
it's true, I'm talking to you You already know what to do Just pass to me, it just so happens to be That I ?so ?you ain't convinced Give it to ?Prince
Tryna forget about you, bitch You can call me crazy When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby Maybe one day I'll be dead Bleedin in the sunshine
my mind all week But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you're way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be ok, I'm
it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boo loo chewy wewwy doo boo And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come
: This should be a night to be remembered. We'll remember you can be sure of that. On and on we walk out to the crowd I'm expected, you're expected.
