Hold up, let me get it started B.B. with the Robin's, lookin' all retarded B.B. saggin', fly like a dragon Bitches suck my dick 'cause I'm fly like Aladdin Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh Take a flicky, make a

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Ohé ! Matelot, Matelot navigue sur les flots Il était un petit navire (bis) Qui n'avait ja- ja- jamais navigué (bis) Il partit pour un long voyage (bis) Sur la mer Mé- Mé- Méditerranée (bis) Au bout de cinq à six semaines,

Dance with me through the night Back to mi casa baby slide Let me make you feel alright Sway you like a lullaby Baby get your vibe and pour another cup Girl I wanna get you all alone out the club Get up in my ride I wanna show you love Hold it now, the

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Now we 'bout to get poured up So is everybody with me? Even though we had a lot of nothing were we poor? Did we find a better way of living through this flow? Coming up feeling good right now Lot of love in the hood right now Tell me something if you

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tec pour a four, nigga Bitch roll me my sack before I

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke