We gon' murder your sound system
The hip-hop queen is here
And yo, Ashanti
Go, go, go, go, go, get a life
Jalu salwa
Alright, alright, now what the problem is?
You know that boys gon' be boys and players gon' play.
Oh yeah?
Well I'm sick of it, this is what I gotta say.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
When the cats awake, that's the mice gon' play.
Hop in my room, smell it like perfume.
Then stick on your shirt,
view window in your dirt.
Think you some flirt like R. Kell.
Rewind,
it's another girl's game,
it ain't better than mine.
I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze.
But * black ain't better than these.
Indians love company,
so why don't you run back to your ho?
Leave your keys warped out of my door.
And take my middle finger to go.
And
My heart can't get enough of that vibe