Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it,

My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Hey j-j-jaded Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me, ex-rated

Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Yeah, it's a jungle out here (watch out) Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake What your mama gave ya (uh huh) Come on ooh, sexy thang

Been kissed by Lady Luck, The stars are all lined up, But I miss you. Got a fistful of four leaf clovers Yeah my cup runneth over My sky is blue Every arrow that I aim is true Oh my God it's you, I never thought I'd see you here.

Two beautiful women arguing over me Oh, I hope my son has these problems Why do these things happen so often? Yeah, I wonder This is how it's gonna be Two beautiful women claiming that they love me Girl, tell me, is it 'cause I showed you how to be the

I'm high now, I'm high now (I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth) Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man I know you

Yeah, I wish somehow I didn't know now what I didn't know then I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then I wish I could start this whole thing over again I'm not sayin' it's you, You could never be true I just don't want to know how it ends You'd

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

I bet you knew right away It's all over town that Yeah I feel like a force of nature Could make you sing like a bird released You know it's buried beneath your feet Are coming to take you in For smoking all my stash But burning all my cash The sun's

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made