Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass(4 x repeats) Gimme that bass I've been gone for too long, now it's time I take it back(back) I put the piece up A down Get get it you like it when I move it to beat like that I've been gone for too long, think it's

You've pushed me one too many times It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' I'm

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

You come in every shade of blue Mm, part time love I'm always running back to you Oh, part time love Put down your megaphone, my dear 10-4, we hear you loud and clear Mr. Daniels makes you so sincere When the morning comes, you forget why we are here

I’m super turnt up You know that I Boy your love got me super turnt up I can’t lie, I’m super turnt up Super turnt up, super turnt up So baby come get it, get it I’ll give this love to you That's my baby He be puttin' it down

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Merry-go-round and round You know he's gotta get away To the merry-go-round and round Count the times that he laid awake at night thinkin' Am I goin' down now Am I goin' down Am I goin' down now, oh! It's not easy puttin' on a smile You're alone, lost

I can pick up some wine I can pick you up in my pick-up truck And we can pick up right where we left off Ain't that what we both want Pick up the pieces girl It ain't that broke Pick up the past and just let it go Put down that over me Never wanna see me

Everybody we know does That's what we do, that's what we love That's how we were raised, how we grew up Runs deep in our veins, way down in our blood But everybody we know does Put your boots to the ground 'till the sun goes down Nah it ain't no big deal

For baby and me Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker's man Bake me a cake as fast as you can Pat it and prick it and mark it with "B" Put it in the oven for baby and me And there will be plenty for baby and me