desire It's hard to stay away You keep me calling on you Oh callin' on, callin' on baby I wanna callin' on you baby Sure I can call on you baby
calling on you And ooh soft your loves desire It's hard to stay away You keep me calling on you Verse 2 I be calling on your in the afternoon You could
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m calling on you And ooh soft your loves desire It's hard to stay away You keep me calling on you Verse 2 I be calling on your in the afternoon You could
Callin on, calling on you I be callin on, calling on you Baby I've been a crazy crazy crazy man Leaving you all alone Ain't talked for the past week
? That gush Presidential shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b-bent Sixteen, I'ma give it to you raw Take it to your ass, slap you
you can yell it loud if you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair? Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there?
You ain't a crip motherfucker, and you ain't a B-dawg You actin way too phony, and now you pissin me off Fake gangster who you killed? Fake pimp what you
, zero, zero Step in coat, check vocal supreme sound perfect You wack man, haven't you heard this? Matador king ladies swarm around me like Jon B As
it is You see me tinted I did drive bys Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium How
' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker You need to be reachin' down Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you
Jon] M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS! Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch! [Chorus x2] [M.O.P (Lil' Jon)] (My Nigga!) You send em will bend em (My Nigga!) You Call em
you (Burning right inside of you) All the people standing the your way Will pat you on the back (They gonna pat you on the back Still talking shit today
Spoken: Sweetheart What's up with your boy? Come on Your so-called man's got you stressin' out on a regular Seems all you do is just fight about nothin
make you smile But you'd rather have what makes you cry Say goodbye an' I leave now With my heart on my sleeve, memories now What I found is you still
know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk You
I ain't matchin' you Blame it on a head not the heart This is real LL Cool J in the building baby Hey yo 50 You know you're my favorite gangsta right
