[Lingerie:]
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
Baby Blue
Yea, Baby Blue whoa
Back in '96
The old boy was fresh out the pit
The old girl was pulling credit card scam licks
Her girlfriend Khaji bout me a Tupac tape
Taught me how to rap
Listening to NWA
Moved with my daddy when I got to middle school
Wasn't used to the new house rules
So we bumped heads but we end up cool
Taught me how to hustle fresh
Grand shark pool
Never played outside when I was coming up
Always worried about the robbers trying to throw me in the truck
So I had to hit girls after school under the stairwell walking home with that stright pudoocy smell
Sometime I made it some days in the park
Used to sex a lot in the parking lot
Walmart even Kmart
Used to hit that girl in every parking lot
Now it's year 2000
I'm about 16
Only thing on my mind is getting green
On to the first time your boy hit the by hard
Nobody move
Give me what you got
Meanwhile I'm king of Darrel City High
Breaking all the rules watching time go by
Me and Brisco at lunch spitting rhymes
Never stood in one lunch line
Forreal
[Lingerie:]
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
[Spectacular:]
Yo Step into my room witcha birthday suit
I'm a eat it all up like a bowl of fruit (uh)
I love the way you makin them sounds
While you grabbin on my braids while I'm lovin you down
I'm rubbin your thyes you rubbbin my stomach
Sex 3 minutes an you already cumin
Give it 2 you one time betcha want more
By the end of the night I'll be on round four
Now you walkin out the door like spec I want more
Say you want sex till that thang turn sore
I can get it wet without rain
If I beat it up girl you want be walkin the same spectat
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[Lingerie:]
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
Baby Blue
Yea, Baby Blue whoa
Back in '96
The old boy was fresh out the pit
The old girl was pulling credit card scam licks
Her girlfriend Khaji bout me a Tupac tape
Taught me how to rap
Listening to NWA
Moved with my daddy when I got to middle school
Wasn't used to the new house rules
So we bumped heads but we end up cool
Taught me how to hustle fresh
Grand shark pool
Never played outside when I was coming up
Always worried about the robbers trying to throw me in the truck
So I had to hit girls after school under the stairwell walking home with that stright pudoocy smell
Sometime I made it some days in the park
Used to sex a lot in the parking lot
Walmart even Kmart
Used to hit that girl in every parking lot
Now it's year 2000
I'm about 16
Only thing on my mind is getting green
On to the first time your boy hit the by hard
Nobody move
Give me what you got
Meanwhile I'm king of Darrel City High
Breaking all the rules watching time go by
Me and Brisco at lunch spitting rhymes
Never stood in one lunch line
Forreal
[Lingerie:]
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
[Spectacular:]
Yo Step into my room witcha birthday suit
I'm a eat it all up like a bowl of fruit (uh)
I love the way you makin them sounds
While you grabbin on my braids while I'm lovin you down
I'm rubbin your thyes you rubbbin my stomach
Sex 3 minutes an you already cumin
Give it 2 you one time betcha want more
By the end of the night I'll be on round four
Now you walkin out the door like spec I want more
Say you want sex till that thang turn sore
I can get it wet without rain
If I beat it up girl you want be walkin the same spectat
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
Baby Blue
Yea, Baby Blue whoa
Back in '96
The old boy was fresh out the pit
The old girl was pulling credit card scam licks
Her girlfriend Khaji bout me a Tupac tape
Taught me how to rap
Listening to NWA
Moved with my daddy when I got to middle school
Wasn't used to the new house rules
So we bumped heads but we end up cool
Taught me how to hustle fresh
Grand shark pool
Never played outside when I was coming up
Always worried about the robbers trying to throw me in the truck
So I had to hit girls after school under the stairwell walking home with that stright pudoocy smell
Sometime I made it some days in the park
Used to sex a lot in the parking lot
Walmart even Kmart
Used to hit that girl in every parking lot
Now it's year 2000
I'm about 16
Only thing on my mind is getting green
On to the first time your boy hit the by hard
Nobody move
Give me what you got
Meanwhile I'm king of Darrel City High
Breaking all the rules watching time go by
Me and Brisco at lunch spitting rhymes
Never stood in one lunch line
Forreal
[Lingerie:]
I'm the T.R.U.T.H
When it comes to the B.E.D.R.double O.M [x3]
Girl I'm the truth
Let me show yo-ou
Let me show me what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout girl
Bout girl
Bout girl
Let me show you what I'm bout
Bout girl
Bout girl
Bout gi-irl
[Spectacular:]
Yo Step into my room witcha birthday suit
I'm a eat it all up like a bowl of fruit (uh)
I love the way you makin them sounds
While you grabbin on my braids while I'm lovin you down
I'm rubbin your thyes you rubbbin my stomach
Sex 3 minutes an you already cumin
Give it 2 you one time betcha want more
By the end of the night I'll be on round four
Now you walkin out the door like spec I want more
Say you want sex till that thang turn sore
I can get it wet without rain
If I beat it up girl you want be walkin the same spectat