I don't know, no What you do? I never want it to ever be over I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur Check out my jiggy, check out my (uh) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on You short

Qu - ak -ak - ak - Qu - ak - ak - ak Qu- ak - ak - ak - ak - aak Wir Fröschelein, Wir Fröschelein Wir sind ein lustiger Chor Wir haben ja, wir haben ja, Kein Schwänzlein und kein Ohr Und kommt der Storch, und kommt der Storch Dann hüpfen wir ins moor,

You might not never come down You may never ever come down It took too long to get this high off the ground Don't run, just stay awhile Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on What I'm supposed to do now? You talkin' all that shit, now come on You gonna

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't