still hung on every little bit of you Just a little bit Just a little bit Just a little bit There's a little bit of you in every girl I run into Every
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now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain'
clothes, as well as Gucci too And if you don't believe me, ask Groovy Loo You're beautiful, so I stay true to you I think you oughta see things like
in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from [Snoop Dogg] Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez O
the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you
Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C!) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every
But you can't give cred to anythin' dude says Same dude to give you ice an' you owe him some head Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead You sound a little
go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you
guessin' that You're probably not too bright So read me back my order Let's make sure you got it right" She says, "One, you want a chicken sandwich Two, you
killas out to try to jack me Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair, true, you lose, you lose Nigga, I'm a tell you
, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product, thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. They'd rather
major, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product, thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. They'd
it good You gotta give a little bit of love If you wanna make it good You gotta give a little bit of love Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E? Can you spend a little bit
out why you bitches roll in packs 'Cause niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think you're a VIP man But you
Little bit of love, little bit of love Little bit of love, little bit of love, little bit of love, little bit of love Little bit of love, little bit of love, little