Nigga, talkin' bout M's Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga Chill and get faded All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded I wanna see you take it all

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

I wanna walk about it, talk about it Tell all the world about you, tell the world about you Woah, I wanna walk, walk about I wanna talk, talk about I wanna tell, wanna tell the world all about you I'm gonna give, love so true We'll have a love, we'll

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

We're taking the long way home So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talkin' about nothing yeah whatever baby (Taking the long way home) Hitting

Who do you love? Well, I don't know I don't wanna talk about it (let's talk about it) You sit around in the strangest place (Heaven must be weary) Heaven must be weary

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key Hated on by most