End of the night, it's going down It's going down, I'm yelling timber You better move, you better dance Let's make a night, you won't remember I'll be the one, you won't forget Swing your partner round and round One more shot, another round The bigger

You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, Been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean Now her hair was jet black, And her name was Codene

On this Gulfport Island Road It's the last fair deal goin' down On that Gulfport Island Road I love the way you do My captain's so mean on me Last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

Ohh, huh, that's how it's goin down huh? You niggaz hit me like that in the fuckin back? In the fuckin back?! Bitches!! ARF, ARF!! (WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!) This how we do bitch niggaz, f'real I'm tryin to let you niggaz know how the fuck it's goin