Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you're real out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a (ten) We dressing through the (nine) He pick me up with (eight) Make me feel so lucky (seven) He kiss me in his (six) We be

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

Posted on the corner like a trapper (uh) Why he move his hands all around like a rapper (uh) To the block—to—to—to—to—to the block Why he move his pants up and down like the scrapper (uh) My whole life I just wanted to be a rapper Then I grew'd and the

Bro's on yo block with that Glock, right now Try me like an Opp and indeed, get shot down She wanna, X wanna You wanna? L-l-lick my dick like a what? Nice! Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh! Hi, my name's Ryan! What do they call me? Wolf in sheep

We'll go to the moon and the stars Wicked, them stars in my ceiling I ease the pain with the dope The wicked clock goes tick-tock Freezing time as it rides down your block 'Cause it's timeless 'Cause it's timeless, you dig?

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

And the rain fell down And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love Follow it up in this strange grey town It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors She took me in her room

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

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,