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The Best of R&B: Summer Selection
Disc 1
01. Trick Me
02. Baby Cakes
03. Hey Ya!
04. On My Knees
05. F**k It
06. See It in a Boy’s Eyes
07. Ride Wit U
08. Eyes on You
09. Tipsy
10. King of the Dance Floor
11. It Can’t Be Right
12. Call U Sexy
13. Single
14. You Don’t Know My Name
15. Super Duper Love
16. Pop Ya Collar
17. One Call Away
18. Bad Ass Strippa
19. Bubblin
20. Best of My Life
Disc 2
01. Ignition (remix)
02. Gone Till November
03. Cry Me a River
04. More Than a Woman
05. No Scrubs
06. What a Girl Wants
07. Right Here
08. Superstar
09. He Wasn’t Man Enough
10. Hit ’em Up Style (Oops!)
11. I Got 5 on It
12. You Can Do It
13. Can I Kick It?
14. Too Close
15. The Boy Is Mine
16. Feel It Boy
17. Ghetto Romance
18. Hangin’ on a String (remix)
19. Summertime
20. Nobody Knows
I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin' long trips
Down south, Virginia, Baltimore all round the world
And your girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back
She sittin' back in her room, da lights is off
She's cryin', and then my voice comes in pow
And in the middle of the night and this is what I tell her for you

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?
See you must understand I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'

When I come back there be no time to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out the Glocks
Tell my brotha' go to school in September
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin Jerry wear his condom
If you don't wear condom you see a red line, oh oh oh oh
Oh, you sucka' M.C's you got no flow
I heard ya style you S O, S O

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?
See you must understand I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'
I had to flick nothin' and turn it in to somethin'
Hip-Hop turns to the future of rock when I smash a pumpkin
Commit treason now I have a reason
To hunt you down it's only right its rappers season, yeah you
With the loud voice posin' like your top choice

I make a hertz out of ya rolls Royce
Besides I got my girl to remember and I committed that
I'll be back in November
Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why?

See you must understand I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone till November
Said I'll be gone till November I'll be gone till November
You tell my girl I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
I'll be gone 'til November, you tell my girl yo I'll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin' but girl I can't stay
I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my motha'
I know the hustleâs hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival