Don't you love the little baby Don't you want to make him stay up late Baby, baby, please let me hold him I wanna make him stay up all night Sister,
Translation: Talking Heads. Stay Up Late.
late, too late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I hope it's not too late The last thing I wanna hear is too late Tell
give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever
boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (Stay alive) It's just reality, yeah (Oh, reality) Damn it feel good to see people up
This is how it goes now I'm gonna rage Stay out really late I'm gonna hang with all my friends you hate I may try that threesome Better late than never
taught me to pull out my Wesson You brought and am I stressing it softly Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up
? Nigga, what? They sayin' that Bone was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin' rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga. Wish Bone: Nigga, stay real
you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up
dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo Stuffing 40's in brown bags dippin' from blue coats Flickin' it up with new ropes staying new ghost Stapleton the park yeah we stay
runnin' from one time, ain't no time to slip Make one false move and it's a up north trip You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too
Say baby, I know you can't help but think that im suspect When i stay out all night Real talk girl i know it might confuse you, yeah And Lately I'm
to the wonderful Aretha Franklin The Queen of Soul We gonna keep it classy Ms. Patti what up I see you baby [Chorus] Lay your head on my pillow Lay your head
the day, babe (Any time you need me) Hit me up on your lunch break (It's so much fun being naughty) Got to get you, don't stay late, ooh (You're a centerfold
hurting now See I had to shut you down (I had to shut you down) What were you thinking bringing her into our home In our bed, you must have fell and bumped your head Messing up
why they listen to the one and only I grew up on the funk called P But these motherfuckers growing up on me And if I ego trip, and my head is fucked
Atlanta, so you figured I was through seen me in The Source talked about retiring Trying to get payed nigga, I was lying Thinking I'm washed up trying
ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some cash pops!" but it's too late wire his shit up jaw stiched up lip bust fo fuckin wit
