Yea 1993 Check this freaky style I was born with I feel so freaky tonight And I need someone to make me feel alright So bring your body here baby Lady have no fear I'm gonna fulfill your fantasies Just as long as you

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

I don't know if your looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I

With guns hidden under our petticoats No we're never gonna' quit it, no we're never gonna' quit it no Now you're never gonna quit it Seriously better go No we're never gonna quit it, no we're never gonna quit it, no We've got guns hidden under our

(Lower than low, lower than low) I'm sinkin' again, I'm drinkin' again Drownin' and wildin', you're breathin' again It's easy to sin when you're bleedin' within Needin' the grin, cheese and recede in the spend That's how I feel in the morning That's how

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you Walking down 29th and Park I saw you in another's arms Only a month we've been apart You look happier Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as

I just wanna go back, back to 1999 Take a ride to my old neighborhood Wanna go back, wanna go I just wanna go back, sing, "hit me, baby, one more time" Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh Got memories Ooh, maybe we can do it tonight Tonight's the

And turn around It's pretty scary Take a look at what you are You hear me talking? Take a step outside yourself Take a look at who you are You're not much

Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit I'ma do my