won't hold me tonight If this town Is just an apple Then let me take a bite Chorus: If they say Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why, does
it Go with it Jam It ain't too much stuff It ain't too much It ain't too much for me Jam It ain't too much stuff It ain't Don't you It ain't too much
This is it, here I stand I'm the light of the world, I feel grand Got this love I can feel And I know yet for sure it is real And it feels as though
's this madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All
me It doesn't matter how you touchin' me I like the way how you kissin' me It doesn't matter how you kissin' me You'll seeeee... [Verse 2:] ...it won
you no it now u know it (nicki manaj) ok i get it let me think i guess its my turn maybe its time to put this pussy on your side burns he say
King has risen 2010 Thriller, there's nothing iller, it's killer There vision, the missin' the pack, this is that, This the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number 1, it
can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns
to, in this existence, don't give up now just a little mo persistence, I want to thank Ice Cube and Michael Jackson(?), Keep 'em away huh, something might happen, this is
know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' Somebody said my life is it I said nah dog, my wife is it Now I'm back
cause I just indulged? (in love?) This is bre-breaking news This is bre-breaking news Everybody watching the news of Michael Jackson They wanna see
a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya I ain't Michael Jackson
won't find love, I would be lonely You made me feel so damn low Now take a look at what's happening This is tragic like when Michael left the Jackson
Tellin' me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
your mouth is Go 'head, do ya dance I know you see all of this money in my hand And if you keep doin it for me Imma spend it all (x2) It's alright, it
it stong I'll be holdin' on to you. Noone can do me like you do. Its true. [Chorus] SWV: Won't let go You should know this thing is real Don't
it off Right Guns don't kill people, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson