Only my way, my way, my way goes If you don't know how to treat a woman Close your eyes, ain't no point in looking Over here with the weak shit Get out of here with the weak shit You won't get nowhere with that No I don't want that back Don't want that

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

No love, no love, no love Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though Get ready, we going to the Chateau White linen, white rose Suite 23 at the Chateau Tryna get it back, tryna get it back, tryna get it back No excuse, you be actin' like a bitch now I

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

So much so much for what we said No matter what I say you turn your back away Its never going to break you Its never going to make you fall Somehow between the lines is clearer I'm heading for the end On top of this bullshit and I don't want to hear it I

(Hoo hoo hoo) On the pontoon Makin' waves and catchin' rays up on the roof Jumpin' out the back, don't act like you don't want to Party in slow motion Mm, motorboatin' Out here in the open Back this hitch up into the water Untie all the cables and rope

It may sound crazy but uh It's the big mack, yeah I got this new shit right here man You might wanna hit this You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back I'ma sit the front No stunt no punk it really don't matter 'Cause I got

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone