put a rush on us, sweet lady Maybe we can share our love with things we are related (???) 'cause I got a crush on you, my baby [Mr. Cheeks] Come back
I sweared I wish I had you here Yeah you got me in my zone Come back and make this house a home If I could take it back I would Excuse the way I act
[Mr. Cheeks] Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw'
gun up when we run up on your corny ass Back up off us nigga you the softest Actin like you sold crack with coppers and officers Flash back shell-toe
a rush on us, sweet lady Maybe we can share all of the things we got related Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby [Mr. Cheeks] Come back, I'ma keep this
(feat. Alexander O'Neal) [Verse 1: Mr. Cheeks] I thought I'd write this one for you, ain't seen you in a while Staring at your picture wishing I was
[Mr. Cheeks] Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw
I wish I had you here Yeah you got me in my zone Come back and make this house a home If I could take it back I would Excuse the way I act no good Never
Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
it, "Now hurry up ya take fo'eva'." when he was done I'd squeeze his butt-cheeks togetha' "Now get tha FUCK out my house, neva' come back!" I throw a
him do it, now hurry up, you take forever When he was done, I'd squeeze his butt cheeks together Now get the fuck out my house, never come back I throw
it made, rockin the place With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin at collonades It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again Because these
man a lion, yeah You must think say man a sprat Don't play no back and belly rat Well man a lion, yeah Man a lion (Mr Cheeks) Took my freedom, my honor
cheek to that lumberjack But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black He stood like a rock, a man among men Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
[Mr. Cheeks] You know the lifestyle, plain and simple, out to get it It's ghetto game us niggas play no doubt we stay commited And capable to bring the
true Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now Okay, alright, okay, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back
