We might have to rewind Fuckin' up my vibe every night Look at this back and forth shit I can't take you blowin' up my line We might have to rewind (yeah) We might have to rewind (ohh) We might have to rewind (uh) Good vibes only Can't be held back for

Two-step (Oh, yeah, uh, oh, yeah) Uh (Woo, woo), no Master P (Ayy) One bad bitch look like a masterpiece (Uh) Ice chain, pure water (Ice, ice, ice) Ten bad bitches and they after me (Bad) Big drip, what you call it? (Big drip, yeah) You got the cash, but

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

Look how much youth deh a jail house Mi never haffi deh a road Look how much youth deh a grave yard Mi never haffi deh yah don’t Suh mi haffi give thanks, yeah Dray Island haffi give thanks, yeah Dinero haffi give thanks, yeah Tell the devil keep him

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

Silent ride home, silent ride I can't lie, I'm detached, I need guidance, uh I've been dyin', uh, I've been fighting, uh Got this voice in my mind, won't be quiet Silent ride home Out of sight, look, uh, out of mind, yeah, uh I got all these voices in my

Under de moonlight Look inna de stars while your skirt dem a fly high Aye, aye, aye, aye An yuh kiss mi pon mi neck An yuh start fret Wen mi sumn tek off faas like jet Unda de moonlight yeah Under the moonlight

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa

(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) (Money bag, money bag, money bag) Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he