Do you think about us? Woah-oh-oh-oh Do you think about us, us? (Think about us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, thinkin' 'bout us) Oh-na-na-na-na, do you think about us?

Woah, I'm gonna lie low Smoke in my hand, oh Lying awake in my hotel bed, oh I'll never let this go I'll do this on my own Little boy inside my chest Down in the valley, down in my love, oh Beat my heart just like a drum Tell him I'll never forget

Put 'em high Woah-woah-oah, oh, oh-oh, ooh It ain't that hard to choose You got your mind unloose One night'll change your whole life Put 'em up if you with me Yeah, yeah-eah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah You stick out of the crowd, baby, it's a no-brainer Him or

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah) I'm unfazed I'm unfazed (oh, oh) I'm unfazed (woah) I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah) These models 'bout to get ratchet Turn that girl into a bad bitch Turn that girl into a savage And you might think she's outstanding

Oh woah oh oh woah oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom We are all misfits living in a world on fire Everybody wants to throw it all

They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg Put the chopper to your head, and take it off Fast break, taking off Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah Keep niggas on they toes I ain't never play fair

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Power, power And woah the air is on fire This room feels electric, cord here in your sights I will never understand the power you're holding over me Oh you've had it too long, yes you've had it too long Aim, throw your best shot right at me 'Cause pain,

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front