Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah) Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy) One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh) Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice) Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad) Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, yeah) You got the cash, but

One time if you a bad bitch (one time) Two times just for the savage (two time) All you wanna do is just slay, yeah All you wanna do is just slay, just slay All you wanna do is just slay (ooh) All you wanna do is just slay (woo), just slay You killin'

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun aiming at my heart I’ve been dodging bullets, I’ve been hiding in the dark Sawed off double barrel, trigger happy as could be Cupid’s got a shotgun and he’s pointing it at me Oh Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago Turns

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' Woah, I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' from you A little bit of somethin', yeah 'Cause this love is all I have of you Oh, if it's time to make your spot feel

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh I loved you baby since we were at school I didn't show it, I was a fool You were burning I was cold as ice And baby now I realize I gave you misery, I gave you lies And if I hurt you, I

Oh Oh and a woo woo-hoo I can feel 'em flyin' Yeah it's all we've been given, Like a hand out the window in the wind. The cars go by, So you better start livin' right now 'Cause days go by, And days go by, Take 'em by the hand,

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo Woo, woo woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do