Dale mamacita boom boom All up in the club like boom boom Dale, dale, muévelo Ay qué nota Muévelo, ella quiere ir de party Muévelo, ella quiere ir de fiesta Muévelo, ella está bien dura

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Oh, when I saw her standing there Well my heart went boom When I crossed that room And I held her hand in mine Oh we danced through the night And we held each other tight And before too long I fell in love with her Now I'll never dance with another

If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would Yeah, I would Head so good, pussy so good You lil' baby, I'm the dad, tryna fuck so bad, 'cause that Yeah, yeah, Metro on the beat, Metro on the beat Ayy, Lil' Metro on that beat I'mma splash,

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

(Eh, eh) There's nothing else I can say But my friends keep on telling me that something's wrong Then I met someone And eh, there's nothing else I can say Cherry cherry, boom boom I have something that I love long-long (Eh, eh) I wish you never looked at

Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the chain off your brain I'll make the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the way you do?

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'