Do my dance on your dick, ooh you know you love this shit. Do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the dick. Fuck it, fuck it right boy Do my dance on your dick, ooh you know you love this shit. Do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love

Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh) We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Back in the garage Back in the garage with my bullshit detector Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life I just want to stay

(Own it, own it, own it) Play that shit, stay in it, uh Oh, just tell me you want it Take a whole damn plate of it Baby, save that shit I'm ready and waiting 'Cause who could love like me? Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Knowing your body, talk about how

Sixes hang in the door What kind of shit to ignore, I've cut the cloth (Ooh, hard line circle) How to know who to write How to know who can cull up all the questions (We know that I'm right, cause to clean out a night) I fell in love I heard about it, I

And now I got a taste of my own medicine All this shit that I do to women It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin' Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We all suckers for somethin', yeah We all suckers for somethin', oh And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck

You feel the vibe, it's contagious Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous Grateful I had all the patience I know you going through some changes You taking pictures, know your angles Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close Ooh, you give me something I

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Heheh! Heh! Yeah! Get him now. 'Ey, Cube! Cube, bwoy! What, what? Whattup? Get your ass UP! Aiii... Ohh, shit!

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it