Let your hair down in London City, Everybody just keep moving with me, Just keep dancing with me, just keep rolling with me. Just keep dancing with me, Just keep rolling with me. Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep Moving with me.

Please, please, please don't drag me It seems to me that maybe It pretty much always means, no So don't tell me, you might just let it go And often times we're lazy It seems to stand in my way 'Cause no one, no not, no one Likes to be let down Please,

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

Give it, babe Need bitches, need bitches Want money? Got clout Before I show you the money, let me spot you the bill Give it, babe, give it, babe Love me, love me for profit, I can make you go down I can show you the money if you wanna go out When you're

Na-na-na-na-na-na 'Cause love ain't used like a riddle 'Cause I can't tell just what the hell you want Love, na-na-na-na-na, yay Hold me down, just a little Can we meet in the middle? Let me know if you in it I don't get it, I don't get it, what you

Let the rain fall down upon her Let her cry, for she's a lady Let her dream, she's a child She's a free and gentle flower growing wild She's faced the hardest times you could imagine And many times her eyes fought back the tears And when her youthful

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

Let me up, baby, I've had enough When I fell for you, baby I really met my match You use me, abuse me But I keep comin' back It never seems to matter What we fight about I'm the one who winds up Down for the count I love ya, I want ya