That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't

I'm not down, I'm not down I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life N' that's what they from day to day Then

And it's my whole heart I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget It's a pity, oh Waiting 'til the beat comes out

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

The sinner is you I see and hear more than I wish The seal has broken up again One life on earth fades away again There's been a kill in the spirit world The ultimate sinner just don't know Is there forgiveness Do we all deserve our blessing What's life

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass(4 x repeats) Gimme that bass I've been gone for too long, now it's time I take it back(back) I put the piece up A down Get get it you like it when I move it to beat like that I've been gone for too long, think it's

It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will

Under the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour

The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm