Now now now now, c'mon This is how we do it, when we do it like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it Now e'rybody put your fuckin hands up - let's go Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to Hey! Go 'head

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted

You better cheat-cheat No reason to play fair Cheat-cheat or don't get anywhere Cheat-cheat if you can't win I get violent when I'm fucked up I get silent when I'm drugged up Want excitement, don't get none, I go wild I don't know what can be done about

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

And fuck me if I say something you don't want to hear Gonna save you fucker,.not gonna lose you Feeling cocky and strong, can't let you go, Too important to me Too important to us, we'd be lost without you Baby, let yourself fall, I'm right below you now

Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl I know you want me to sweat you I might undress you and run you a bath, girl 'Cause you've been a bad girl Girl, I still fuck with you even though you've been a bad girl You've been a bad girl I wanna teach

Mamelapa umnqunduwakho! (listen here, you fucking asshole) Andifuni ukuyaehlatini! (i don't want to go to the bush with you) Sukubammba incanca yam! (don't touch my penis) Andi so stabani! (i'm not a gay) Incanca yam yeyamantobi! (this penis is for the

Yeah, hard body (hard body) Carter, carter Carter yeah Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin'

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's