But the film is a saddening bore Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on

Oh sing your favorite song Left to tears Dreams it goes and then on And as it broke there was one And so the story goes on'n'on Come women if your life beats Those we buried with the house keys Smoke and feather where the fields are Green from here to

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang,

Mic check, 1 2 I'm just going to get right to it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga! I'm cinematic making everybody panic I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga! We

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

On that blue ocean floor If my red eyes don't see you anymore And I can't hear you through the white noise Just send your heartbeat I'll go to the blue ocean floor Where they find us no more Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Hit that perfect beat boy Beat boy, beat boy Hit that perfect, hit that perfect Pump it uh! Yo pump it uh uh! Yo pump it uh! Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it, stick it, dunk it P-p-p-p-pump it!

I can hear your heartbeat Nigga, you pussy, you scared Why the fuck would you come around here? Yeah, you know a dog sense fear You bark while we bite around here We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit I want the bread, you want the

Do it, try it A dance on repeat A trance on a hard beat Listen to the sound Back me down