Now it's you that I'm wanting and needing like that So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me (Come, come back!) (City Boy Talking) [Hook #2 / City Boy
boy baby What the fuck , you want from me I'm a million , million , dollar , dollar boy baby What the fuck , you want from me I'm a million , million , dollar , dollar boy
mufuckin' punk, fuck that, (blu bluh) I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit Trick Trick Quick come pick me up, bring them guns Come to the club, meet
see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
said I'll put an arrow in his head But the bird flew off instead To save his master on his back she fled Her time has come Riding the bird, high in
Gentlemen The time you all been waitin for (lets do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come
So busta what’s to discust? I don’t know but boy what’s up (throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking
artists be dying to a certain extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack, fade away and never come back Verse
shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that If I die, I'ma only come back
sick 'bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!) Go ahead man, smack yourself silly Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city
put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on for my city I put on for my city, on, on
was Shelly Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready For a episode you prolly won't come - back from Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from
already got it bad So hood that I keep on coming back My girlfriend's telling me I don't know how to act But I'm telling them baby bye fall back He's
can hear your call, it jus takes one call Ill come running, boy I promise I will be there for you All my heart it belongs to you I cant lose you, boy
the honor of your presence dear You've come The cameras blind your eye Here's the big surprise: Flash never lasts You've gotta pay your way back
nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong You
sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first-name basis In your city
