Good, good, good, good to be alive right about now (woo-hoo) Feels good to be alive right about now (woo-hoo) Hallelujah, let that bass line move ya, say hey Pretty good to be alive right about now (woo-hoo) I think I finally found my hallelujah I've

Woo hoo, witchy woman See how high she flies She got the moon in her eye Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her fingertips Echoed voices in the night She's a restless spirit on an endless flight She held me spellbound in the night Dancing shadows

Hollywood we never goin' down Can't stop, won't stop And all the kids in the hood Come on wave and shake your hands And when you're drunk shake that ass Like you know how to dance Let's dance in the Hood Shake that ass Hollywood Start getting loud I

(Hoo hoo wooh true) I will stay true I could have another but I probably shouldn't I've got somebody at home, and if I stay I might not leave alone No, honey I'm good, I could have another but I probably shouldn't Singing out oh oh oh oh oh (Hoo hoo wooh

Im givin’ up yeah That’s when you know oh’oh oh’oh You know oh’oh oh’oh Like, like, wooowooohooo! Im givin’ up searching, searching, searching to find Oh nothing (oh nothing) Nothing else matters to me Finally found the one, that's you

Kiss on my, all over my You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my, You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are, Kiss on my, all over my, All the boys think its cake when they taste my, You don't even need a plate, just your face ha! Licky licky

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy,

Smash it up, smash it up And once I get that girl I'll hit it all night long And once I smash I'm gone That bitch is off the hook I wanna tear it up Before we tear it down I wanna light it up Before we burn it down

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at? You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind Thinkin dog can't