Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

You won't wanna go home And it feels so good in my arms 'Cause we'll wake up together Don't look back, when you're holding me 'Cause I know what this love was meant to be One day we're gonna wake up together We'll find love here together We're gonna wake

Back to love You know I wanna get it back There's a light on the path And now I found it, here with you is where it's at Now I'm never looking back No, I'm never going back But I'll keep running with my best foot forward You made me genuinely better

I know I'd go back to you But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward, but it's true I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all

And your love is the best thing that I got And it’s only just begun, but it’s never gonna stop I know sometimes it seems like I I'm just a little bit behind I get back on the beat and you know it So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind I

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell