Yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You can have anything I’ve got
All of me right on the spot
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da

You can have anything, I’m yours
Work my fingers all the way to the bone
Da da da da da da da da (Hey, hey)
Da da da da da

Now baby, I don’t wanna do the dishes
Sayin’ I can get you anything is ridiculous
But anything you ask, that’s anywhere near my grasp
It’s yours, oh, yeah

Now I don’t got fancy cars or diamonds rings
Lord knows I will if I make it with this singin’ thing
Hold on, have faith in me
‘Cause anything I have is yours, baby

You can have anything I’ve got (Anything I got)
All of me right on the spot (Oh)
Da da da da da da da da (Da da da da da da)
Da da da da da (You can have anything)

You can have anything, I’m yours (I’m yours)
Work my fingers all the way to the bone (Yeah)
Da da da da da da da da (Da da da da da)
Da da da da da

Girl, I know you want to Rolls or Lexus
Oh, a Lexus with a mansion down in Texas
It’s more like apartment 8, Saber is just prepaid
But baby, it’s all okay

I can’t do all the things I wanna do
But I can love you (Love you) and stay true (Stay
true)
I’ll give you my last dime, spend all my time
It’s yours whatever is mine, anything you want

You can have (Oh...) anything I’ve got (Oh...)
All of me right on the spot (I don’t mind, I don’t
mind, I don’t mind)
Da da da da da da da da (Da da da da da)
Da da da da da (You can have anything)

You can have anything, I’m yours (Ain’t no doubt about
it)
Work my fingers (Oh, no) all the way to the bone (Oh,
no)
Da da da da da da da da (Da da da da da)
Da da da da da

Now I don’t have no LS-2 drive
But I’m a man with a whole lot of fans and a lot of
love inside
Just believe and pray, hold on to me and say you’ll
stay
I can’t handle (Oh) you leavin’ me (No)
Just dream {Dream}, dream Jaheim
I work overtime anytime {Just to give you peace of
mind}
Please just believe everything and anything
All of me, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, you can have)

You can have anything I’ve got
All of me right on the spot (All...)
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da (Baby girl, we’re talkin’ rock and
roll)

You can have anything, I’m yours (Anything, I’m yours)
Work my fingers all the way to the bone (I’ll work my
fingers to the bone)
Da da da da da da da da (Alright)
Da da da da da (You can have anything)

Anything you want (Anything), anything you need (Yeah)
Anything I have, baby girl, just ask
Anything you want (Anything you want), anything you
need
Anything I have

Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
Check it out, one time
For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
No doubt, he-heh
Check it out, oh yeah
Listen

On the cross town with the top down
Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright)
Me and shorty two deep
She's flashing me thighs
Wind blowing through her hair
Baby we can take it there (take it there)
But first I gotta make my rise
Baby slow down
My crib's on the other side of town
But from the look in her eyes
She was hypnotized
Rubbed her hands on my chest
And started getting undressed
Tell me why

Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?

I got the sixty inch flat tv, what?
Got it like DVD, whatever you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub)
Silk sheets baby to make love
Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way
After that you'll be coming back like every day
Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say
How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day

Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?

Could it be the drop top Benz
That got your friends going out on a limb
Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them
Playing me close but I'm not feeling them
Could it be the time piece flooded with chips?
You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist?
Or large amounts up in my bank account
You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about

Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?

Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?