Down to the very last drop so I'm gonna make you scream my name I'm gonna make you holla for more and i ain't gonna stop baby, till you're down to the very last drop (You..you..you..you..you..you oh yes..) (You..you..you..you..baby..you..) I want to say..

I'm the plug If y'all niggas need straps, then get at me Well, if you need that, then get at me Dope, coke, crack, man get at me Holla when you need it, my price you can't beat it Holla when you need it; my price you can't beat it We move the work like

She's such a good kisser Kiss it good, kiss it right Keep it up, we be kissin' all night I done been around the world, I done kissed a lot of girls So I'm guessin' that it's true Make me holla and I bet a million dollars Don't nobody kiss it like you

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the

What it do, Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, Matter fact Soulja Boy, holla at 'em nephew. Pronto, pronto you know it how we ball She dancin'

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

You are the star tonight Your sun electric, outta sight Your light eclipsed the moon tonight Electrolite You're outta sight Your eyes are burning holes through me Twentieth century, go to sleep That is obscene Mulholland Drive

Not like I used to Holla holla haaa 'Cause all I could do was love you I went through the fire for you (anything you asked me to) But I'm tired of living this lie It's getting harder to justify I realize that I just don't love you Baby when I used to

That's that shit (Holla at a playa) I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like In the spot where the girls go wild