Get your sexy on (go 'head be gone with it) I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah) Come here girl (go 'head be gone with it) Come to to the back (go 'head be gone with it) VIP (go 'head be gone with it) Drinks on me (go 'head be gone with it) Let me see what you you're

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess We were both young when I first saw you you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you you make your way through the

There’s no way that it’s not going there With the way that we’re looking at each other We just dance backwards into each other Trying to to keep our feelings secretly covered Every second with you you I want another But maybe we can hold off one sec So we can

Throw your suitcase in the back back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, you, man

Just gonna get my back back Back, back, back, back Just noise, white noise Lately I've been thinking if you you wanna get tough Then let's play rough I'm hearing static, you're like an automatic You You just wanna keep me on repeat and hear me crying Givin' it

I get the money everywhere that I go go I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho You You ain't trying to to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Going down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict Fuck the

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you you should of slid to to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back back it's done Plus congratulations you you know you you got a son I heard he looks like you, you, why don't your lady write you you? Told

There I go go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you you faith but you you niggas don't

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, you, it's you you must go go and I must bide. But come ye back back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's

Lil' buddy what you you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star