Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me 'Cause we are, we are, super high I wanna buy my bitch every

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

It's just the way it is, oh These niggas beat me to it Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no (They changin', they changin') And everything I got they wanna take it, oh My money and my lady, no They wanna separate it, they try and tear us down Just

True love, If I could get it back, yeah True love, it was mine oh mine True love, is an inspiration And I could've had it all, could've had it all True love, I know I had it True love, was so hard to find I'd never let it go this time Never let it go,

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

I said, oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Hey, hey yeah Something's got a hold on me, yeah (oh, it must be love) Oh, something's got a hold on me right now, child (oh, it must be love) Let me tell you now Oh, it must be love (you know it must be love)

I want to hold your hand I can't hide I think you'll understand When I say that somethin' And when I touch you I feel happy inside It's such a feelin' that my love Yeah, you got that somethin' Oh yeah I tell you somethin'

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention