I guess I wanna know how you feel, yeah How you feel, yeah Ooh (how you feel about me, how you feel) I guess I'm tryna know how you feel How you feel about me, feel Haven't smiled in awhile But yesterday was too wild All my thoughts are so proud I'm

Ooh, Ooh, baby, ooh, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

Don't act like you know me, like you know me, na na yeah yeah Ooh, Ooh, na na yeah yeah I am not your homie, not your, hoo, na na yeah yeah You don't know me, fuck yeah yeah See your iPhone camera flashin' Please step back, it's my style you're crampin' "You here for long?" Oh

Give me back my hometown 'Cause this is my hometown Yeah Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Ah ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

I'm on some other shit Ayy, ooh, ooh, ayy Ayy, ooh, ooh, ayy (gang) Ooh, Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on some other shit (gang) Keep the lights on when I fuck a bitch Fuck on top of the covers shit Ayy, I'ma have to fuck on my other bitch

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)