I pull pull my blue jeans on, I pull pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

Pull me from the void Trapped beneath the tie of noise Pathetic world I must destroy Please, pull me from the void An uphill battle I must climb So, pull me from the void Commandingness, you find yourself in time I smash the shackles, God above me

Fly away, far away. He'd made up his mind, His boss said to him Pull Pull yourself together, Sammy was low, Just watching the show, Over and over again. He knew it was time, To leave his dead life behind.

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around till I saw the neon light The corner bar, it just seemed right so I pulled up Not a soul around but the old bar keep Down at the end lookin' half asleep But he walked up and said, what'll it

(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) Might pull pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside,

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that

FYB, Rich Gang She gon' pull up, pull up Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah you're all welcome to come in Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss) Sauce recognize sauce Jacquees, he got somethin' he wanna say I know, I'llll show you, you know

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull pull up, like what's up,