Chorus: SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT, TAKE ME TO THE SPOT WHERE YOU WANT ME TO TOUCH YOU, TASTE YOU, FEEL YOU (Repeat) ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS, I JUST CAN'T MISS
Show me what you got Take me to the spot Where you want me to Touch you, taste you, feel you On a night like this I just can't miss The opportunity to
Show me what you got Take me to the spot Where you want me to Touch you, taste you, feel you On a night like this I just can't miss The opportunity
a secret society of niggas who wanna shout "turn that bullshit off!" I should shut my mouth? next thing you know I ain't welcome down south of the border
a down south rump California face with a down south rump California face with a down south rump Ba, ba, baby girl scrumptious, uh uh she dumb California face with a down south
and snow aint but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka [Petey Pablo] Carolina ??? I straddle the border I look hard up at my son and the south
Babe Ruth, up on the Mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about the money, son, now that's the only reason We came south of the border
9: Busta Rhymes I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah) to the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah) babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll showing
North America South America N.A.S.A. is unity N.A.S.A. is a unique cooperative effort with our counterparts all over the world We create together breaking boundaries and borders
(Chorus) you want me to cross the border? well come on baby you want me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A.
Azure water, south of the border Takes me to higher ground Lost in the weekend Ain't it funny how the sea can Make you feel found We'll just sail away
your homie i'll show you how to push, If Your Looking To Stand I'm camouflage in the bushes, Fly in ya mind i'll show you how to look it, Rock's in tha
are doing business with the very same goverment that is flooding our streets with cocaine. [Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other characters
've gotta get away From the arms of the law All France is looking for me I've gotta find my way across the border for sure Down the south to Italy Murders
're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling
