What type of games is being played, how's it going down? It's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, wake up try to get me a nut Cause hunnies give me the butt, what I'm politicking with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got me doin' what you want me to, baby why ya' wanna let go You got me runnin', you got me hidin' You got me run, hide, hide, run, any way you wanna let it roll I'm goin' up, I'm goin' down I'm goin' up, down, down, up, any way you

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

Brick by brick (ah) I want to build you up (brick by brick) I want to break you down (brick by brick) I'm going to reconstruct (brick by brick) I want to feel you love I want to steal your soul (brick by brick) I want to rock 'n' roll (brick by brick) I

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" I'm goin' down Aww man you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin' I'm country rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin' Pick up, pick up, daddy's in

Building up a stack of bones Keeping up with the Jones Getting us all so jacked and jaded Baby if you're asking me Love is really all we need Everything else is overrated, overrated Or where it is you get your name from We're going down if we don't