I'll stay me And millionaires wanna ride old farm tractors I'm just what I am I'm just what you see So I'll make it easy T-shirt, blue jeans Don't like much on TV Caviar and a Triscut Ain't no redeye gravy on a biscut

Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl go Bananza Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down Excuse me, beg your pardon girl Do you have any idea what you startin' girl? You got me tingling, come to me mingling Steppin'

Feels like, feels like it’s coming It feels like, feels like Like a coming of age It feels like, feels like a coming of age Well, I see ya standing there like a rabid dog And you got those crying eyes Makes me wanna surrender and wrap you in my arms You

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

I wanna see ya Follow the leader Follow my leader Let's lose control When I say go When I say viva We'll take it low We'll get it louder

Now don't you even act like you don't wanna get up You better get out on the dancefloor show me what you got 'Cause I don't even want too much just for y'all to understand A party ain't a party if I'm not in the party So I need to see some hands All I

Over the river and through the woods We'll do a little what we want After one long week of doin what we should There's a bonfire burning Got Bocephus blaring Louder than allowed out in our neck of the neighborhood If you wanna see follow me over the

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid

Until you were gone Ice cold, I freeze up when I see ya Left you just to find out that I need ya So far, I wanna pull you closer I wish we could start the whole thing over Ever since I left you I’ve been trying to get you back And it keeps getting worse

Get it out! Spit it out! Evil in ya mix Rid it out! Don't ever wanna see, what that pit about We just stomp, we just thump, we just grit it out I come from it, but it seems impossible to run from it! All the evil I did to people then none could stomach?