Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't

Long gone baby Lets get out of this town tonight Nothing but dust in the shadows Gone by morning light Somewhere we wont ever get caught, never be found Baby lets just get out of this town Got it all figured out inside of my head There's a bag packed up

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on You got the healing that I want Woah, there's loving in your eyes That pulls me closer It's so subtle, I'm in trouble But I'd love to be in

I wanna get high On some low country Where the sun meets the water Sounds right on the money Let's let that tide take us for a ride Girl, wherever it wants to All night long And the nights get hotter

Another one bites the dust Out of the doorway the bullets rip And another one gone, and another one gone Hey, I'm gonna get you, too To the sound of the beat Bite the dust Oh, let's go Steve walks warily down the street

I don't need, I don't need it anyway If I can't pack it in a suitcase Oh, and make our escape I don't want it if I can't pack it in a suitcase So let's get away I'm feeling rich off your million dollar kiss If I can't fit it in a suitcase If I can't take

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Wild like wild life I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle It's two AM, let's hit the throttle Drink in my cup, hands going up Let's hit the dance floor and get I could show you how to live the wild life (wild life) Yeah, no telling what I might do When