I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star

Let me get mine, you get yours Can you put your hands my waistline Want your skin up against mine Move my hips to the baseline Hang a please don't disturb sign Put my back into a slow grind Sending chills up and down my spine Gotta hit that spot just

We've got to get to the sea Dreams to drain Put them in a cage Unlock the pain And I'll be here waiting You fell asleep with the key All your walls Mean nothing to me I know you'll come back

I'm wishing I could rewind Put a cork back into that sweet red wine Put your midnight hair back up So you can let it fall one more time Untouch your skin So good so right, this is one night Float the moon back up in the sky Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he