It's a cold way to go To the hollow below Well long live all those lies You tell yourself And only the end And only the night But there's no kiss goodbye That you'll be alright You can't give up the ghost

0 to 100, nigga, real quick Whole squad on that real shit Real quick, whole squad on that real shit Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick They be on that rap to pay the bill shit And I don't

Just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick It’s also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick When I hold my privates to

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

Now let me see you get wild tonight Some a love dem, some a love dem Woman a jump and di man dem a rub dem Baby, shake your body let me hold on tight Wine me up like this till the end of the night (That's right) Ride it, hot Straight dance floor ting,

Everybody, are you with me? Let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise Everybody's feeling sexy Holler if you're ready for some summer nights Things start getting all heated up When it starts getting cool, yeah

We’re driving fast in my car No, we’re not looking for violence We’ve got our riot gear on But we just want to have fun Tonight we want to have fun Hollowed out and Filled up with hate All we want is You to give us a break

Come together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe-jam

You can fill up a room with idle conversation you can sit up a whole darn nation with your mouth but before you start to show you indignation about a situation you ought to take it all in and check it all out You can create a boom with catchy information

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by