Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

Get off my dick (Yeah) Get off my dick, get off my dick .40 my hip, loadin' my clip Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did Edible, edible, got the munchies Get off my dick (Whoa) But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off

Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh Wastin' time Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay I

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

Sometimes I feel turned around And upside down And sometimes maybe I drink too much But my heart's still in touch I remember standing tall telling you I'm gonna be a rock n roll star When someone said "Sit down boy" "You already are" So raise your hands

Get low, get get get low Low, low, low, low, low, low, low Get, get, get low when the whistle go Get, get, get, get low when the whistle go Barbes, yallah habibi Get, get, get, get low Get, get, get, get low.

No suffering at all Comfortable in my skin I wonder now will she let me in Been rolling with the sound of the silent hawk Pinch my nerve as I stumble forth can we all sing one song Comfortable in my skin it's all for one and one for all this year Tell me

Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming

Sweat rollin down my hands and face, Big fan on the screen porch turnin', Cat looking for a hiding place, Sun's sinking but the fire's still burnin', Music playin' a few doors down I'm drawn to the sound, It's just too hot to sleep I walk restless to the

X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go! It’s what you hearin' (listen!) Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr) Yeah, don't get it twisted This rap shit is mine, motherfucker! It's