Left to right, left-left to right Left to right, left-left to right, go Left turn, signal Bury the food in funeral Ya haffi respect principle You niggas do it to 'em minimal (Minimal) I broke you down to a mineral My gyal, we finally made it to the

Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here In this motherfucker right here Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor Tell me am I wrong, I

Raise 'em up high If you're with me tonight No can left behind We're on a cold case mission I got your back if you got mine Yeah, we 'bout to solve 'em With every single ounce we got That's right it's no can It's no can left behind

What are we supposed to do After all that we've been through When everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone? There is nothing left to prove No use to deny this simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love

It's gonna be all right Somehow it's gonna be all right Panic attack, attack Attack, attack, attack Stop and breathe, stop and breathe I can't get my breath Pain beating in my chest Got nothing left Kinda feels like life or death

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh! Makes you go left right up down Makes you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! This way about his love Say oh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! If you feel good

(Yeah, yeah, yeah do the harlem shuffle) You move it to the left Yeah, and you go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah, if it takes all night Now take it kinda slow With a whole lot of soul Don't move it too fast You make it last

Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me

We should have no ending, like limits to a sky Rather hear a good night, let's not say goodbye We should take what's left and make it right (We're gonna make it right) We should sleep all day and stay up all night (We're staying up all night) If London