Ooh, ooh, ooh Could we get a room On the south side of the ghetto? Could we make sweet love In the forest or the meadow? Can we get it to get it on Til
[Verse 1:] Could we get a room on the southside of the ghetto. Could we make sweet love while in the forest or the meadow. Can we get it on get it on
to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the Limo
the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
it like Kray Jackson tonight (Kray Jackson tonight) I'm finna get it hype, Lay let me get a light Bartender, let me get a shot of Henny, make it double Mix a lil' gin with it, gon' get
Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get
a hurricane, it's a death march, Never let your dream die, thats the best part Stormrider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits Muscle
me if you can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a
the single, my man so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible
bucks Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut 'Cause I bust quick left a ton in the bed And I broke out wit more guns in a truck Yo, yo, ain't nuttin
nigga if you shy, move on Only room for a thug that can hold on Keep me right in the night, early in the morn I need a dog that can buy it if the pressure
says, 'In God We Trust' The smoke filled room make the suckers perspire Don't get close this cut is on fire Can you dig it? We gon' blow the house up
you And all the lil shit we use to speak about life Having kids, getting married, try to lease a house til we can buy one So we can find one. With a lil room
Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants
we went outside Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride Went up to A.J. in my fresh black wheel I'm not a sucker on the corner trying to scrape up a meal
get off, she can knock off a cough I know cough don't rhyme with boss, but she made me her boss She's the talk of my room, whenever I'm in my room My
want tonight, make it last long (what does it feel like) Verse 2: Certified Mrs, I Mrs, only get my time if his, somethin' can stay sunkin, all night until brunchin' get
