I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G My ambitions as a ridah To my ambitions as a ridah Let's get ready to rumble Now you know how we do it like a G What really

Oh, you look so beautiful tonight And I miss you when you're not around I'm getting ready to leave the ground In the city of blinding lights The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now Neon

I'm ready to go Get me out my mind I think I'm ready I think I know I'm ready I know So tell me right now You think you're ready for it I wanna know Why you got me going

I'm not ready to make nice I'm not ready to back down I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time To go 'round and 'round and 'round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could 'Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is

Bionic, take it supersonic, eh I'm bionic, hit you like a rocket, eh-ay-yeh Gonna get you with my electronic, supersonic rocket, eh Bionic, so damn bionic, eh Are you ready, ready, ready to go? This-this-this-this is the moment that I take over your mind

Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

This must be how it feels to fly So here we go, and we ain't gonna take it slow We're ready now to touch the sky I'm on cloud 9, I'm on cloud 9 I'm on cloud 9, oh oh Waking up, ready for some action Strapping in, ready for the ride Going big now that I

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end I know they ain't feelin' my

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure