Now I'm like "Mum, buy a hundred bags" No more broken promises, I swear Mummy ain't never seen a hundred bags I need you to know that your son's got your back No more broken promises And we all know growing up in London's mad So let 'em all know that my

Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

'Cause this morning I smoked them stems This morning I smoked them stems Yeah, that's the kinda shape I'm in I'm in a bad, bad way again My dealer, he's been out of town And that's really got me down I hope he ain't up in the pen again My baby, she done

We gonna let it burn burn burn burn When the lights turned down, they don't know what they heard Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky 'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high (Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!) I said once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie