I'm on some other shit Ayy, ooh, ayy Ayy, ooh, ayy (gang) Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on some other shit (gang) Keep the lights on when I fuck a bitch Fuck on top of the covers shit Ayy, I'ma have to fuck on my other bitch

There's a hero living at 2401 and all around A family circus in the sun Got his Mothers working While you're having fun Trying to change the system Many things that must be done Where did Moon go? Better call at GTO In the red room

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

Popping, stopping, hopping like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinking wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set

You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it Give it all to me So girl, I want you give it all to me Gyal the way you a whine, gyal you know say it groovy Dem ah pree, dem ah stare, dem ah watch like movie So prove it Like a dog me a roam

Earl on the beat Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (runnin', yeah) All the bad hoes wanna top us (yeah, yeah) Too many wild parties on the yacht (wild) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (out the yacht club) Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your

It's ya birthday, can a nigga get you somethin'? (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy), can a nigga have some? (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue, girls wanna have fun (Yeah) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy), girls wanna have fun (Ayy) Stick out ya tongue (Ayy, ayy,

I left the lights, the cars, the parties on the strip The up all nights and your sunrise kiss Yeah I was a fool to think I could just move on It's like that blue water ran up the highway It's so intense, it's blowing out my tail gate And that sunset is

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

Kumbaya, both livin' in pieces, pieces Half your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah We've grown up since then You visit through my pen And half your heart, go stay with me, yeah, me, yeah Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, oh,