the air (One time for the West Side, West Side let me see them hands) Hands up in the air (Two times if you love good music) Hands up in the air (And three times for
three sides to every story There's one side, there's the other And then there's the truth Usher Captivate them Perfection, innovator (Seductive) Superstar (Music
, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up three buttons
on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for
diggers Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (C'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green, Benz jeep For
{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background.. better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you
me Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for
me, don't push the button on me Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music
the good sense not use it? Usually niggas don't know what to do when they back against the wall So they just start shootin' For red or for blue or for
learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn This ain't a sewn
(Watcher) Jeah, uhh, it's what I do for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Eat for a livin' nigga (Watcher) That's how I live for a livin' nigga (Watcher) Okay,
was for my mama Boy how could you lie to me? Thought you would die for me I'm not accepting another apology. Bridge After three years, girl let it
Gimme a three day weekend, in the mountain view, a snow covered cabin, with just room for two, a fire softly burnin', not a thing to do, but get away
been checkin' out ya, but you didn't notice Oh oh, oh oh Yeah, I think that's it's really nice to meet ya One, two, three, can't you smile for a picture
how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say, malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper
Number two I'd cruise where the grass is smooth and the sound of the sea is a dreamy melody snooze all afternoon till the night time wake me cos shakedown soon Number three
make it one for my baby And one more for the road I got the routine So drop another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad Wish you'd make the music
