"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" (Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side) Ladies and gentlemen, fresh! T.I.P., hey! I know a lot of y'all niggas out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

Like a vision standin' there, Lips poutin', a come-on stare, Come on, I thought I had your number, Workin' up an appetite for love, Don't let me die of hunger, Ain't ya got no heart, No compassion for your lover, When I get you on the floor, I find it's

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,

I don't need anyone Misery loves company Torn apart like the brokenhearted Up in smoke with the fire we started Smash it up like there's no tomorrow Leave me here with the fear and sorrow There's a halo in the distance I'm a wreck, I'm out of time I

I've given up I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! I'm my own worst enemy Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Put me out of my misery Wake in a sweat again

Inside this dying world I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But surely wrath is not being held out So that we may redeem ourselves For I've seen the madness Of those who died trying But is regret