Be My Girl

Yeah, first things first.

Theres a few things i wna hit you with.

Ima hit it from the front,

Ima hit it from the back,

Then show u where the buisness is.

And I hope you can take me serious,

When I say could u be my girl, said my girl..

You wna be my girl.

I think u wna be my girl,

And why u wna be my girl.

They say u wna be my girl.

First u gotto know...

Is you bout it,

First you gotto know.

Can You bring it out me,

First u gotto know.

To hang witcha boy,

Can u be my girl,

My girl...

HEY, first things first.

I gotta few things I can show u boy.

Thats my word,

No tears gna put it on ur boy.

Oh, and it feels so good i don't wna go home! Ohh..

HEY trust me shawty,

I know u talk.

If u want me,

First u gotto know,

To hang witcha girl,

You gotto be a hot boy,

my boy...

You wna be my girl.

I think u wna be my girl,

And why u wna be my girl.

They say u wna be my girl.

First I gotto know...

Is you bout it,

First I gotto know.

Can You bring it out me,

First I gotto know.

Can you hang witcha boy,

Can u be my girl,

My girl...

Check it out.

Last things first,

Im the phantom of the opera.

Sittin front row at the opera phantom outside sittin proper.

You married to a mossa,

Im the black chimney hother,

And i keep a rat pack,

Might send me im sinatra.

We burnin,

Burnin like a chimney,

Rollin in the car with Kimmy, Talkin on the phone to Whitney.

Im pimpin in the billy and call when they here me,

And I keep the white girls call them Linsey and Britney.

You wna be my girl.

I think u wna be my girl,

And why u wna be my girl.

They say u wna be my girl.

First I gotto know...

Is you bout it,

First I gotto know.

Can You bring it out me,

First I gotto know.

Can you hang witcha boy,

Can u be my girl,

My girl... x2