Get low, get get get low Low, low, low, low, low Get, get, get low when the whistle blow Low, low, low Get, get, get, get low when the whistle blow Get, get, get Get low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low Get, get, get. Get low

Dirty soda in a styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to NASA 200 Miles on the dash Gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapid We the ones that kept it cool With all these niggas 'til these niggas start

You got me runnin', you got me searchin' It's so sad if that's the way it's over Hold on (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on) Slow down (slow down), sweet talkin' woman (She's gone so long) What can I do? I gotta get back to you (Where could she be?)

Walk slow and low on a tightrope Hope it lasts but you know, you never know Up high in the middle of nowhere Don't know but you know when you get there You never know Take a chance we can dance up in mid-air Feel so good, I could die, but I don't care

Hit low, hit low I'm looking looking like you You're looking looking like me Like a pornstar All the girl I mean that girls Looking fly I'm ready to war Everybody get, dress up, dress up Everybody get, everybody get (I'm hot!) Like a one like a one

I believe things are going wrong, And the night goes on and on, All your dreams have flown away, And the sun won't shine today The lights go down, One day,I gotta get out of here, I gotta make everything clear I gotta see you.

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

Hold up 'cause I gotta hop in my whip You ain't on the list, gotta do better than this, aye Diamonds dance and twist, that yellow banana split, aye How your Rollie tick? Need to get rid of your wrist I'm in the Bentley, aye You can come see me, aye Let's

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown