'Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) (Hell mothfuckin no!) M-O double B I don't know why they want to trouble me Is it because they bitch

Na na na na na I just wanna be right here And love is the name So we'll never regret That life's gonna be what we be So we'll turn the music up tonight Let the beat set you free Give everything you got And dance all your worries away

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

No matter what We're gonna be the last ones standing I got your back I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that I swear to god That in the bitter end I promise you this love will never die Until the bitter end I need you, right here

I never wanna let it go I-I-I-I still got a fire in me I was a spark in the night but you drown me out 'Cause I still got a fire in me So I'll take the walls I'm inside and I'll burn them down Never gonna let you go I'm never gonna let you go I'm

Put your hair in the air Come on baby Let's go crazy We ain't never gonna stop Put your hair in the air (hair up) We don't care (hair up) Hair in the air, hair in the air Put your hair

You know it could happen It don't happen till it happen When it happen You gonna wish it never did Mouthafucka You know my fuckin' name I'm number one With a motherfuckin' bullet man

You got me runnin', you got me runnin' Oh no no never thought I'd feel so low But I ain't gonna hide And yesterday everything seemed okay Yeah you better run and hide away Oh you better hide Let me through don't spoil my view I gotta get away, away from

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

Never gonna break All that it seems Armour let it through, borne the arboretic truth you kept posing Sat down in the suit, fixed on up it wasn't you by finished closing Ramble in the roots, had the marvel, moved the proof be kneeled fine's glowing