Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

I like girls that drink beer And a man ain't gonna get it up here Bye, bye baby I'm leaving Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends And your country club that ain't really country I need a little down home lovin' Hey I'll find what I want in a

You need a doctor baby you scared? If only he knew Just stand up and scream the tainted clock is counting down You gave in to me would you say the nights are far too long now? Your knife my back My gun your head If only he knew about the world Without

I ain't missing you Since you've been gone, away Down this long distance line tonight Everytime I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here and your miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

I'm going down, going down the drain Don't bring me down, I beg you Don't bring me down, I won't let you I'm going down, I don't want to change Don't bring me down, Faint light of dawn I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out Needing nothing

Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with

She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an' you can ride her Oh no, oh no, oh no I can't tell you she's the right one I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside

Everything right I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat All these niggas Everything right, you back in Givenchy I

I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know Wants every downtown man she meets I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe I'll Dust my broom I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best girl I'm lovin'