We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

Turn the lights down low Runnin' block Sometimes you got to bow up I'm runnin' block Don't want know one to know That I tried to drink her skinny but she's still about two-fifteen Just take one for the team My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as

Oh, you got me open, don't ever let me go Say you're real out of your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a (ten) We dressing through the (nine) He pick me up with (eight) Make me feel so lucky (seven) He kiss me in his (six) We be

Tomorrow she'll be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge, LSU Eighteen years in her rear-view He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block At daddy's shop It ain't much, but it's a job They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long The night before

We'll go to the moon and the stars Wicked, them stars in my ceiling I ease the pain with the dope The wicked clock goes tick-tock Freezing time as it rides down your block 'Cause it's timeless 'Cause it's timeless, you dig?

And the rain fell down And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love Follow it up in this strange grey town It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors She took me in her room

Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce When that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce Bounce in the

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in