Lyrics:

f/ Sting, Prazwell**lf****lf****lf**[Puff]**lf****lf**Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting, Bad Boy remix come on**lf****lf****lf**[Pras]**lf****lf**Yo yo yo**lf****lf**Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto**lf****lf**pour out the bottle blow out the candle**lf****lf**too broke to hold too shallow to handle**lf****lf**get all today you never promised tomorrow**lf****lf**Yeah her moves remind me of kung fu flicks**lf****lf**Thick lips that contradicts rules of the game**lf****lf**she plays the politics**lf****lf**Red light special red light district**lf****lf**put on ya make up body all made up**lf****lf**Platinum played up Pearl Jam cut up**lf****lf**Roxanne Roxanne you don''t really have to**lf****lf**put on ya red dress if you feeling kind of blue**lf****lf**She got the hots for the disco jocks**lf****lf**rock ya socks at the pop of the tops**lf****lf**Never get cool like to call it Glock**lf****lf**Twisted minded like Bob Zealot**lf****lf****lf**Roxanne**lf****lf**(Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf****lf**You dont have to put on the red light (ye ye ye yeah yeah)**lf****lf**Those days are over**lf****lf**You dont have to sell your body to the night (c''mon)(Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf**Roxanne Roxanne**lf****lf**Roxanne**lf****lf**You dont have to wear that dress tonight (remix)**lf****lf**Walk the streets for money**lf****lf**You dont care if it''s wrong or if it''s right (ye ye yeah)**lf****lf****lf**Verse Two:**lf****lf****lf**Yo what''s the haps girl, dancing for the green paperback**lf****lf**Sitting at the bar drinking up Cognac**lf****lf**She steps in the room, dont know how to act**lf****lf**Sweet in emergence, similar to Similac**lf****lf**It was the hat**lf****lf**Cats wanna be around her shine**lf****lf**She wants to party, have a good time**lf****lf**She feels kind of hot me feelin'' feelin'' fine**lf****lf**Diggin'' all her life just to get a gold mine**lf****lf**Bro making the streets she''s the pimper''s paradise**lf****lf**Jewels around her neck getting strong with the ice**lf****lf**She said I heard of ya crew I''m the number one fan**lf****lf**Of the refugees down from the islands**lf****lf**Driving the Bentleys with her pretty pretty friends**lf****lf**Sippin'' colada every day is a weekend**lf****lf**Heard your name was Pras outta Brooklyn**lf****lf**And fifteen million place with your total sound scan**lf****lf****lf**I loved you since I knew you (I like this part, Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf**I wouldn''t talk down to you**lf****lf**I have you to tell just how I feel (Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf**I won''t share you with another boy (Ye ye ye yeah yeah)**lf****lf**I know my mind is made up (Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf**So put away your makeup (Roxanne Roxanne)**lf****lf**Told you once I wont tell you again**lf****lf**It''s a bad way (Ye ye yeah, yeah)**lf****lf****lf**Roxanne**lf****lf**You dont have to put on the red light**lf****lf**Roxanne**lf****lf**You dont have to put on the red light x2**lf****lf****lf**Roxanne Roxanne I wanna be your man**lf****lf**Put on the red light**lf****lf**Roxanne Roxanne I wanna be your man**lf****lf**Put on the red light**lf****lf**Roxanne Roxanne I wanna be your man**lf****lf**Put on the red light**lf****lf****lf**Repeat until end