Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I wanna go up there and I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there, actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna see what's up there, must be better than the hell on the ground Yeah, take me all the way to the top baby

Sounds like falling in love Sounds like falling in love right now Tell me what's better than the two of us First I take you out, then you turn around Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we had our own fast lane So I take you home, drive you wherever you

Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what’s under it Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it (Strip!) Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident Nah, I don't give a, not-

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there'll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus, yeah, regardless of what's gone before I want to see all of the things that we've already seen And she

Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

Throw that money in the air and say yeah Throw that money in one hand and say yeah And say yeah In the back of the club with a stack full a dubs Drop it low like a pro, bring it back, that's what's up All my dogs up in here, plus there's hoes everywhere

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

Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne