Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

The time is coming Rolling, and throwing, consoling Everything that goes this far Joking and hoping, revolting All that shit that's who you are Hoping, and scolding, revolving Peel it back, reveal the scar Loathing, exploding, controlling Tear me from

Good goodbye (Don't you come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

Notorious and shit I wouldn't trade it for the world I'm infamous but damn you can't help but love this shit Leave it to me from here We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands You trying keep up kid? Let's see

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

Ya alright, alright, alright You was right I was wrong Ya I should've never ever took her home Ya I should've just boned Ya fantasy on my phone Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you Talking about a

Let it go, let it go Turn my back and slam the door Can’t hold you back anymore And here I stand And here I’ll stay The cold never bothered me anyway Can’t hold it back anymore The snow blows white on the mountain tonight

Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

Y'all really can't fuck with us When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (Fuck with us, what) (Fuck With Us, What) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man When I hit 'em from the back

Uh, I think she like me Oh, I think she like me I know her nigga don't like me With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be Might hit it from the back, let her ride me Girl, you never meet another nigga like me