1.Freaky
Lyricist：Anderson Johnson, Jerome Jones, Rufus Moore, Charles
Williamson
Girl drop, get low like ya just heard the groove pop
P pop, butterfly, booty bounce, peculator, pony ride
Old school flip, do the mash potatoes
I don't care just look freaky
Yo man in the club who's so sneaky
Yo voice like 'Michelle I' so squeaky
All yall got stripper names baby we could play
But I got a clothin' line, we specialize in lingerie
Walkin' like you on a runway scrounge
For this performance I took my braids out
Man I'm killin' this track until it fades out
Shake da bottle den release the cork
And let it spray out, spray dese broads down
Wet T-shirt contest, 500 dollars to the mommy
Wit the firmest breast yes
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
If you too damn drunk den dis track will annoy you
Stop hatin' on a true baller who'll employ you
All dese ladies wanna take me home
Guaranteed I ain't leavin' dis club alone
All dis ass in here think I aint gettin' some
Sippin' on coke and rum gettin' numb
Momma shake it like a salt shaka
You and yo ying yang twinz
I'm thug girl I ain't tuckin' my chain in
Why you wearin' a fur mothafucka it's rainin'
You look like a fool for girls what chu gamin'
You should think about goin' home and changin'
Cadillac escalade what I get brains in
Roll my eyes to the back of my head
Like I'm trippin' on heron, got my head on sped on
She got a chest like Vivica, booty like that chick on Outkast
video
Here come the hook here we go
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
Let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go
Got 300 dems got a few broads just be runnin' nems
Smellin' like over with the Christian
Not waitin' in line just get pushed in yeah we pushed in
Young rome and black got 'em gone of a con and yack
Pull up on got the crack oh, phat farm laced to the A 1
You kno a betta pimp, naw it ain't one
You and you get back stage
You and you get the gas faze
You and you way passed age
You right there you be nasty
Wanna creep wit me
Wanna freak wit me so frequently
You kno how G's be
The young guerilla wit the icy scrilla
Ma don't you kno I'm the illest
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Freaky, freaky, freaky
Damn she got a fat ass too
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
...
2.For Your Love
Chorus：
Here I am all alone
Tossin,turnin
longin for some of your
Tender love
I waited for the right
moment to come
So I can thank you for
All the tender love you've given to me
Verse 1：
I have no intentions of leaving
This lovin that ur receiving
The reason is simply cuz ur breathing
I love the way that you talk and
The way that you walk
You make traffic stop
Oh baby ur body cause accidents
Been diggin u for a minute
So I've been at u since day one
now we on stage one
So what we share has just begun
We shine like the sun
Now you dont love me cuz im a star
My jewels and my cars or the fans applause
That'll never change who we are
You a hood goddess
A little thuggish but modest
I'm dedicated baby ur mine
Yes Im witcha I promise
So all my homies light ur lighters
If u gotta tru ridah beside ya
I cant kick cuz im hooked to this drug
Whoever said thugs dont need love
What what
Chorus：
Here I am all alone
Tossin,turnin
longin for some of your
Tender love
I waited for the right
moment to come
So I can thank you for
All the tender love you've given to me
Verse 2：
We go back like sunflower seeds and flavored ices
Doorknockers its official my lovin is priceless
U love rap but u alwayz say Im the nicest
And u sexy when u get mad
U wild out but I like it
U even threw my tims out in the street
We broke up and was back together within a week
Damn u sweet and u go to sleep in my boxers
I love to hear ya moan when im takin em off ya
Breakin u off proper call me the love doctor
Ride it cuz u love it mami i wont stop ya
Baby ya got ta give me ya all
and I ball give u anything u want its the law
Rule number one respect and cherish you
Rule number two girl I'll alwayz take care of u
Rule number three just take my lady at all times
I get down for my girl u stay on my mind yes
Chorus：
Here I am all alone
Tossin,turnin
longin for some of your
Tender love
I waited for the right
moment to come
So I can thank you for
All the tender love you've given to me
Verse3：
I wanna make u feel good all over like u stepahnie mills
U gotta man to hold u down
That will carry ur bills
And your smile alone gives me chills i feel my skin vibrate
U cant front on a love this real
I was alone and at the top until I met ya
The game had me under pressure it can stress ya
When it comes to u cuz money aint an issue
When I miss or I kiss I can feel it thru my
Tender Love, Love so tender
Holding u close to me
Baby I surrender
Chorus：
Here I am all alone
Tossin,turnin
longin for some of your
Tender love
I waited for the right
moment to come
So I can thank you for
All the tender love you've given to me
3.In My Bedroom
Lyricist：Jerome Jones, Rufus Moore, Brandon Parrott
Bedroom
Down, girl
Never like this
Alrighty then
Let's go, let's go
I felt like I was in Saudi Arabia
It was candles and pillows everywhere, yeah
She pushed me on the bed den climbed on top of me
Took her glasses off den let down her hair, damn baby
In her bedroom, I'm about to break her off
I'm about to make her scream
Tonight she's gonna do things
That she's never done
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, what, what？
You know what dis is boy, bottoms up
Girl, I ain't mad at the fact you kidnapped me
And I can't put up a fight 'cuz dis is where I wanna be
Girl, you takin' off my throwback playin' wit' my dew rag
Let me keep my timbs on shawty while I'm stroking
I know ya momma sleepin' and ya lil' brotha got love
For a nigga and he know we sneakin'
Yo, bedroom is sensuous
When you wanna get adventurous
Baby, so spontaneous, got me high like angel dust
Yo sheets got us tangled up
You like it rough when it feel like you mangled up
You know backshots my favorite angle, what？
Yo booty wiggle like a bowl of jelly
Got me hard as metal, I'm beyond yo level
Cool and melo cova ya bed wit' rose pedals
Bottoms up, I'm rich but so ghetto
And I'ma curl yo toes up
And make sure you had yo nose up
Now you in love ain't conceited no more
I'ma break you off but you ain't getting no dough yo
Let's go
In her bedroom I'm about to break her off
I'm about to make her scream
Tonight she's gonna do things
That she's never done
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, what, what？
You know what dis is boy, bottoms up
Girl, I know I got you tinglin'
Why you think they call me jangalang
King ding-a-ling
More precious den rings and things
I'm hard but you make sing momi
Time spent like a time aid
I got game, girl, I know you want me
On me like white on rice platinum on ice
Stop stutterin' set yo price, ow
That's right
That's right
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
In her bedroom I'm about to break her off
I'm about to make her scream
Tonight she's gonna do things
That she's never done
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, what what
You know what dis is boy, bottoms up
In her bedroom, I'm about to break her off
I'm about to make her scream
Tonight she's gonna do things
That she's never done
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, what what
You know what dis is boy, bottoms up
In her bedroom, I'm about to break her off
I'm about to make her scream
Tonight she's gonna do things
That she's never done
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, bottoms up
In my bedroom boy, what what
You know what dis is boy, bottoms up
4.What Cha Doin' Tonight
Lyricist：Marques Houston, Jerome Jones, R. Moore, Tony Scott
50 Grand lets get this in one take
Welcome ladies and gentlemen it's ya boi MH y'all
And ya boi Young Rome
But I guess y'all already know dat
I'm back on a track with my nigga T Scott
I see ya Scott
You know how we get down, yo, y'all check dis out
We got some ladies in here shaking like they dancing for money
A couple of them looking like play boy bunny
The way you taking it to the ground it ain't funny
Mami come here and let me see ya strip fro me
Ya players in here don't cha act funny
Get your freak on, nigga grab you a little hunny
Lick on my body you can call me the ice Mami
I came here to find me a body
Ya body's killin' me, I'm feeling the energy
You sending me Emily
My love is strong like there's 10 of me
Got me stutterin' my speech slur
Taking my time to get all my words
Shawty bring your homie Veronica for Marques
She know we partners we can slow dance in the darkness
Baby never leave me, it's good to receive me
Believe me I'm off the heezy when I need be
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
Come get in my drop top
First we was like whoa now we like whoa
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
So get in my drop top
I got cha like whoa and you got me like whoa
It's hot in here I think they need a diaper
They all on my dick now that I fuck with Pipe Piper
Remember I told you we get those girls hyper
Now move girl like your ass is on fire
Shack your body, body, move your body, body
In this party don't hurt nobody, body
The way you move it ridiculous, I'm think 'bout sticking it
Come on baby girl and get with this
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
Come get in my drop top
First we was like whoa now we like whoa
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
So get in my drop top
I got cha like whoa and you got me like whoa
We creep the streets let's meet at the teller
Shake your booty ma is that really skin or jelly
Turn around let me see that diamond pierce in your belly
I'm really ready but my thugs is really ready to shake the
building
We all crunk as hell but we chillin'
(I'm cool)
When I saw little mama
Tell your friends you out
'Cause we gone little mama
(We out)
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
Come get in my drop top
First we was like whoa now we like whoa
Hey little Mami what cha doin' tonight
Me and my peeps we gone get rocked tonight
So get in my drop top
I got cha like whoa you got me like whoa
I know a lot of y'all niggas is acting a lot of questions
IMx going to get back in the studio, hell yeah, we back in the
studio
Shout out to my nigga Young Rome
T Scott you a fool for dis one, Chris Stokes holla at cha nigga
Jean Marie you know you make our shit bang right？
Tek, you the illest white boy I know
5.Crazy Girl
Lyricist：Jerome Jones, Rufus T. Moore, Brandon Parrott
It's only right that I'm killin' it
Homey, put yo hands up if you feelin' it
(Hip, hip, hooray)
Ladies, freeze when I say so
Man, I'm up in the club crunkin' the usual
Some of dese fat chicks is bootyful, oops, I mean beautiful
Ass so cutical, make yo booty clap girl, you so musical
(Let the music work yo booty now)
And a back braids out grippin' a big glass of yack
You didn't chip in on dis pass it back
Yous a super hero, girl, bag it back
Man, I keep the clug action packed
Ballas flossin' throw up ya stacks
(Throw it up)
But no 10's and 20's, 100's or betta
He hoggin' for cheddar, its ya homey
Rome, I'm the trend setta
You crazy girl, you hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Don't play me, girl, yous a tease
And it's makin' me crazy girl
(Wind de top)
You crazy girl, yo hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
It's sick when they see the way I hop out the range
And I let my chain swang like an arangatang
Holla for a dolla, now bounce like an Impala
Homey, if you got a drink put yo glass up
Now take a little swolla, the san hacineo
But I make the whole show bark like a rot wilda
(Roo, roo, roo, roo)
Man, I'm a young pimp
I don't want yo wife in addition to yo daughter, holla
Sip on dat fine wata, I'm am party till tomara
Shawty good in feni, hotta in Prada, hotta den lava
And she off the rocka pass the vodka
You crazy girl, you hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Don't play me girl yous a tease
And it's makin' me crazy girl
(Wind de top)
You crazy girl, yo hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
Now you know you got too much booty
For that little mini skirt, take it off
And I can taste yo lip gloss, baby
Yo body is so damn soft
You know you got too much money
Sittin' on dem 22 inch spinnin'
It's getting hot in here tonight
Can I come home witchu？
Niggas in the hood don't wanna see me last
I'm tryna get my life together, please don't laugh
Chicks chase the humma when dey see me pass
Crack the concrete when the CD blast
Wood grain dash magnate to cash
Young pimp, I'm a magnet to ass
Push it 'pon me, girl damn, you so fast
You crazy girl, you hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Don't play me girl yous a tease
And it's makin' me crazy girl
(Wind de top)
You crazy girl, yo hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
You crazy girl, you hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Don't play me girl yous a tease
And it's makin' me crazy girl
(Wind de top)
You crazy girl, yo hips, yo thigh is crazy girl
(Push upon me girl)
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
Show me ya G-String, show me ya G-String
6.Clap
Lyricist：Jason Brown, Jerome Jones, R. Moore
Oh, just show a little flesh
Let me see a little flesh, mami
Just show a little flesh
Let me see a little flesh, mami
Just show a little flesh
Let me see a little flesh
I'm so hood and I can't change
Rip blocks from Venice
All the way to Fullton to Saint James, L.A. to BK
Young Rome and I'm serious
Born hustler more clever then my nemesis
Pop bottles like I'm Michael Jordon in the 90's
Six ring all I do is big things
Fall sickin' my taste
Big ass, small waist, flawless face
Really don't matter the race
'Cause we all black as soon as the lights go out
If the head good I might show out
If it's right that I'm tight like a fin
When dis pipe blow out
The fifth ward, let a psycho out
Young Rome like a redneck with his rifle out
What's that glow, mami ice no doubt
Rhinestone never
We have conference calls with Jacob
Been like this ever since I got my cake up
Pick the dirt off the concrete and shake up
Been caring my timbs since B2K's break up
I'm like Patton with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One word that don't compete in my brains is failing man
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
We bag more then broads
We bag cities
You can have those hood rats with them T bag titties
Rome gotta like him, I'm slappin' these dudes silly
Rip the nerve out your body that don't feel me
And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime
I'm cool as an AC I'm not Busta Rhymes
No disrespect but I'm smooth as a Jazz artist
But live as the Roots
Homey I'm beyond the hottest
I'm not a star, I'm the sun, not number 2, I am the 1
I am not a rose, I am the gun
And I spit for the half Nash niggas sleep on cots
Started from nothing
Dreamin' of boats and yachts
Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop sleepin'
Git on my grizzle and kept bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, never tricked
Chicks mad 'cause I'm tight
Cheap as a birds language, I ain't the one mami
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Man I done seen it all
Niggas clapped up over brick shoot outs
With po po, pepper stray, bully sticks
Broads impressed with this willy shit
Think willy's a trick？
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some silly shit
I don't drink from yellow bottles
I like my liquor brown as just jo, hold a grudge no
I erase enemy's like Bubba fat
Take stars to ball
Clap like the Grammy Awards
Down hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up
Missed seven enough, deep shred 'em up
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, shock won't let 'em up
Hit 'em twice some more 'cause he ain't dead enough
Call me Iron Man
Think I'm sexy now, you should see me in my boxer
You think my flow is obnoxious
I got old donuts in my refrigerator
Harder then you, you niggas know how we do
What bitch？
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Mami show a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your boyfriend go, he's a chi chi man
Put some Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
7.I Don't Care
Lyricist：Brown, Jerome Jones, Moore, Youngbloodz
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm thinking 'bout bustin' dem guns
I'm laid back wit that 151
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm tryna get it playa
I'll make 'em feel it playa
Whatchu hatas tryna do
Rome already did it playa
My wheels spin like a Ferris wheel
Since my days of youth
I was bumpin' dolla bills
You niggas know it's real
And I'm am tight and still
Only I was 8 when I signed my 1st deal
It's in my genetics to neva be a jealous man
'Cuz a jealous man is part feminine
Im half amazing my homeys blazin'
And dey don't hit the club till they look Asian
See you could blindfold 'em wit a shoe string
Niggas tryna study how I try ta do thangs
Witcha blue wings like the water in grill Jamaica
And we far from fakas see cake like bakas
Hatas cannot break us, Ralph can't forsake us
'Cuz we built the legacy like the L.A. Lakers
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm thinking 'bout bustin dem guns
I'm laid back wit that 151
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now do I look like I care do I look like I give a damn
Say whatchu say or whatchu want when you the bottom man
A lower level that I'm on
I'm crunk and crunk and 'bout foolish in the zone
So dig it we ova here just doin what we like
Not stuttin' whatchu yellin' but push me to bigger night
Young bloodz wit young Rome, beleive it yea you see it
Posted wit a group fulla freaks where you can see it
Okay now y'all ain't crunk in hea
Yall ain't drunk in hea
I don't see no shots a liquor man dem boys drank beer
Man who dey posta be lookin' like some hoe to me
Don't make me pop that trunk to the lac
And wet up yo wifey
You know where I'll be
E A S T S I D E
All dem ball wit me
You got me ridin, swirvin', sackin' up and servin'
Posted on the corner
Police ridin' but we ain't nervous
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm thinking 'bout bustin dem guns
I'm laid back wit that 151
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
I see that niggas wanna look at me the wrong way
'Cuz my paper stackin' everytime you hear my song play
I handle my BI, Rubberban man like TI
Getin' money since I was knee high
Pumpin' bottles in the V-I
Chillin' wit a diva ultimate group move units fast like a
cheetah
Security will heat us
Whole team bling wit jewels and wife beatas
You talking fellamese and got a bunch of misdemeanors
Petty crimes stealin TV's
I'm big league yall niggas Pee Wees
I see more green den the fish see sea weed
You say you seen more drugs den Dwayne Reid
But I don't beleive you and nona ya people homey
You can see far from evil
Starin' at me ain't helping you eat
I'm 'bout to take a few freaks back to the sweet Sea Ol lets
role
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm thinking 'bout bustin dem guns
I'm laid back wit that 151
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
Now I'm thinking 'bout bustin dem guns
I'm laid back wit that 151
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
I ain't thinking 'bout you haters ova head
I ain't thinking 'bout them hoes ova dere
Say whatchu wanna say
I'm too drunk to care too drunk to care
Do it look like I care
8.Best Days
Lyricist：Jason Brown, Jerome Jones, R. Moore
This is a deep story, a very deep story
The life of Young Rome, picture me
In the hood playin' hidin'-go-get-it
With a slingshot in my back pocket
Just bad as hell, that's me
Those were the best times of my life
(I gotta give it up)
Those were the best times of my life
(To the greatest niggas of my life, Marques Houston)
Those were the best times of my life
(LDB, if I could change anythin')
Those were the best times of my life
(I wouldn't change nothin' at all)
Listen up, I remember growin' up in the streets of menace
Where the boys turned thugs, I was labeled a menace
A little bad nigga, momma use to whip my ass
I'm playin' football on the concreted instead of the grass
I remember meetin' Chris Stokes, Taz kicked me
Out the whole bunch, man the whole hood had jokes
'Til we came out with the Da Munchies
That's right Romeo, Batman and Half Pint
We was the first to pull up black street and Destiny's Child
Had to replace Half Pint 'cause his parents wasn't down
With lettin' him ride, we fasted adversity early
Then God blessed us with LDB
New LP, tours, freakin' girls at 13
Young, black and missive, just livin' my dreams
Interviews, photo shoots, young teen in zoo suits
Hearin' grown women sayin', 'They so cute'
(Them was the days, man)
Those were the best times of my life
(Yeah, those were)
Those were the best times of my life
(And I still think back on 'em)
Those were the best times of my life
(And it makes me feel so good)
(But here's another chapter of my work)
Those were the best times of my life
(Half Pint need ya'll listen to this real good)
It felt good to see Marques go solo, I stood by his side
His dreams was my dreams, so the love will never die
I remember when we first met B2K
I knew God was with us and gave us brighter days
Seein' them grow, meant more to me then seein' them blow
I miss hearin' Fizz callin' me big bro
My love will never change Druex Pierre
I'm in the poof without you and I wish you was here
It's like the game was designed to kill us
Raz and Boog, I miss you, I hope this music can heal us
I remember us playin' ball and wildin' out
Shinin' together, alternatin' whips, livin' in the same house
Tappin' chicks out on the same couch
Never thought fame and money would take us this route
But the good out weighed the bad, I'm happy
To see you alive and well, I ain't mad but I miss you nigga
Those were the best times of my life
(Yeah, those were)
Those were the best times of my life
(And I always had love for my niggas, no matter what)
Those were the best times of my life
(Let's go)
Those were the best times of my life
(Yo, this is for my niggas on the block, another chapter)
Yo, I am not God, I cannot judge, I refuse to look down
Upon my thugs while they push they product
And bust slugs, I remember seein' chest bang
And dudes, I looked up too on the block slangin'
Tellin' me my thang is makin' the music and anythin' is bad
For you if you abuse it, so we equivalent in the sense
And what I learned from back in the day I hope you youngin's
Follow my footprints, follow my footprints, follow my footprints
Those were the best times of my life
(Yeah, I swear to you they were)
Those were the best times of my life
(I just thank y'all for lettin' me)
Those were the best times of my life
(Read a couple of chapters out the book of my life)
Those were the best times of my
(And they really were)
Those were the best times of my life
(C'mon y'all, just clap with me)
Those were the best times of my life
(Just pray with me)
Those were the best times of my life
(Show love with me)
Those were the best times of my life
(Put your hands with me)
Those were the best times of my life
(Yeah, yeah)
Those were the best times of my life
9.Look Down On Me
Lyricist：Jerome Jones, Rufus Moore, Gavin Williams
Fa real
Yo, I believe everybody
Was put here on this earth for, for their own reason
And I believe my reason is here
And I'm ready now
I remember when I was at rock bottom
I thought I couldn't get no lower to the ground
I was like damn if I fall anymore, I don't know where I'ma be
But you never know, you gotta try him
You gotta give your all in no matter what you do
And I promise you, I've been though the worst
I done lost my Pops
He left, he went to jail when I was young
He back now, which is a good thing
But I lost my brother
Boy, that was a big deal to me, 25-life
2003 a matta fact, that's recent
My sister
She doing 5 to 10, but I love and respect her
She didn't snitch
She kept it real
And she said, for those that did wrong to her
Wrong will come back
That's karma for y'all
I remember when Brandy Norwood hit me in my eye
I had an attach regna, my lens came out
I had to have 3 eye surgeries
And she thought we'll never be cool again
But I put that on my life
I love her to death
And if she hear me talking
I know she can hear the honesty in my voice and my sincerity
But you gotta get up
I know everybody just talking and talking and talking
About what's going on
They don't have a clue
But to get real with y'all
I love dem niggas B2K
But, if it was meant for us to part, then so be it
And the moral of the story is
When you see me with IMX
And you see me doing my thing
Don't mean I don't know 'bout these streets
'Cause I done been through it all
And it all been through me
All I know
Is God is looking down on me, wha？
10.In My Car
Lyricist：Richard Garcia, Jerome Jones, Tony Minter, Rufus Moore, Dom
Rodriguez
So girl, so sexy
Man, I pull up to the lot with my system crankin'
Niggas, posted up just smokin' and drinkin'
Ghetto queens wearing Apple Bottom jeans
Some of the phatest asses that I ever seen
She working with a machine, shawty got a whole team
Pulling up in a Hummer Limousine
Nichole, La Shawn, Aisha, Keisha, Refeka
Precious nice to meet cha
Your body's stupid in LD's classin'
It's fly and its night time and you wearing sunglasses
Now let me see your eyes girl, damn, they hazel
Now, let's take a ride, girl
Tell your homies, we'll be right back
Damn, you just wanna up and leave like dat？
I just wanna get to know you, ma
I got a few things I wanna show ya, ma
In my car, don't look to hard
'Cause my jewels might blind you, girl
Kick back I'm caressing on your thighs
That's right in my car
It's so many things I wanna do to you
Stop fronting you know, you want me too
Ya know, ya do in my car
We can hug, we can kiss, we can touch or crush
Forget about the club, I hope you not in a rush
You make a nigga wanna sing grind me again
Telling me how you was an IMX fan
Your body language is hypnotizing
Jeans so tight, how you get those thighs in？
Ankle bracelet and you got your tongue pierced
You got a sexy voice, damn, you so fierce
Your heads stroking my leather interior
On the real, I'd love to be into ya
I mean literally 'cause visually you killin' dem be
And I know you feeling me
Like a blind man fingers to braille
Whatever goes down between us I won't tell
It'll be our little secret on the low
We can get on some freak shit
In my car, don't look to hard
'Cause my jewels might blind you girl
Kick back I 'm caressing on your thighs
That's right in my car
It's so many things I wanna do to you
Stop front but you know, you want me too
On the low we can get on some freak shit in my car
11.Freaky (Featuring Guerilla Black)
Lyricist：Anderson Johnson, Jerome Jones, Rufus Moore, Charles
Williamson
Yo, bro, well the black
Just take the girl, just move the girl
Betta move
Girl, drop, get low like ya just heard the groove pop
P pop, butterfly, booty bounce, peculator
Pony ride, old school flip, do the mash potatoes
I don't care, just look freaky
Yo man in the club who's so sneaky
All y'all got stripper names, baby, we could play
I got a clothin' line, we specialize in lingerie
Walkin' like you on a runway scrounge
For this performance I took my braids out
Man, I'm killin' this track until it fades out
Shake da bottle den release the cork and let it spray out
Spray dese broads down wet T-shirt contest
500 dollas to the momi wit the firmest breast, yes
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
If you too damn drunk den dis track will annoy you
Stop hatin' on a true baller who'll employ you
All dese ladies wanna take me home
Guaranteed, I ain't leavin' dis club alone
All dis ass in here, think I ain't getting some
Sippin' on Coke and rum, getting numb
Momi, shake it like a salt shaka
You and yo Ying Yang Twinz
I'm thug, girl, I ain't tuckin' my chain in
Why you wearin' a fur, mothafucka, it's rainin'？
You lookin' like a fool for girls, what chu gamin'？
You should think about goin' home and changing
Cadillac escalades, what I get brains in
Rollin' my eyes to the back of my head
Like I'm trippin' on Heron, got my head on sped on
She got a chest like Vivica
Booty like that chick on outkast video
Here come the hook, here we go
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Got 300 dems, got a few broads, just be runnin' nems
No waitin' in line, just get pushed in, yea, we pushed in
Young Rome and Black got 'em gone offa Con and Yack
Pull up on, got the Crack, oh!
Phat farm, laced to the A-1
You know a betta pimp？ Naw, it ain't one
You and you, get backstage
You and you, get the gas faze
You and you, way passed age
You right there, you be nasty
Wanna creep wit me, wanna freak wit me
So frequently, you know how G's be
The young guerilla wit the icy scrilla
Ma, don't you know I'm the illest？
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
Damn, she got a fat ass too
Let it go, let it go, let it go
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