Well I hate to leave you, hate to put you down But that way you love darling, no I'm Brooklyn bound I ain't got no money, no house on that hill But that
But there is one voice that has never been heard before, The voice of old Mr. World himself, The way he might sound if he could speak to us in our own
Hey now baby - Let's do the rump Yeah darling - Lets do the rump Do the rump 'til the broad daylight, broad daylight Hey now baby - All over again Yeah
Hear her calling, come to me Thought of her won't let me be Go to the valley, climb the hill Whatever it takes darling, you know I will Hey now darling
Well, I'm busted Yes, I'm busted But my heart Won't let me die If you feel alright, darlin' Won't you come around? Won't you come around? 'Round, 'round
Well it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Count down the times I tried make you mine Cryin' out - Count down the times I tried to
Need a new love, yeah I'm ready Want my time, yeah I'm willing yeah 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna show When there's nobody I'll be your man, yeah I'
Goin' upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't seen no whiskey, woman make me sloppy Seen no whiskey, woman made me drunk Goin' back home, where I had
She said, "I know what it's like to be dead I know what it is to be sad" And she's making me feel like I never was born I said, "Who put all those things
Run me down in the winter, run me down spring Got to the place, can't do a goddamn thing But after a while, you ain't gonna run me down anymore Run me
Hey, can you see my cryin' Hey, don't you see me dyin' When I look into them eyes I know that I did you wrong The pain it lasted so long But if you don
Said I want you here with me, darlin' I need you Can you see I got the yearnin' We've all day, I want your love, your special way I love, I love your
Lean forward slightly, look straight at the speaker And listen with a sparkle in your eye As though you might be thinking "Gee, this is the most wonderful
don't know nothing He might be the police coming up with assumptions All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god If you don't bring me some keys
[Chorus] [50 Cent] I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz I'll teach you how to stunt Nigga you
loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird Bust a u-turn, come
I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there round Niggas get your cash up We probably need to clash up And shit got me 'bout ass up They finding niggas in
come on homie Ya'll should know me better dont be mad cause im a go getter from the bottom of NY to LA Cubans and Essays and old school Chevys Blacks
