My baby's gone off the track My baby's got a locomotive Got ta peel the bitch off my back I know it looks like I'm insane Take a closer look I'm not to blame 'Cause my baby's got a locomotive Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness Yeah I'll find a way

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me You good? I'm

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

In the jungle welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your shun n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees Feel my, my, my serpentine Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games We got everything you want honey, we know the names We are the people that can find

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way The first

(Don't shoot shotgun) You got me bitin' my lip You're shootin' straight from the hip Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless Run, run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous (shotgun, gun) Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers