I'ma go be a man, 'cause you forgot that I wear the pants Watch me get these girls on the floor, get 'em asking for more I'ma go do my dance, 'cause she forgot that I rock the pants Watch me as my jeans sag low when I walk out the door I've tried

My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

I can't wait to get away Thoughts are pissed away And for a minute I couldn't swallow You think your head's achin', I'm not finished yet I won't be mistaken, how soon you forget Take back what you said and I'll spare you pain Then you can spare me all

Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to And baby, he's a looker too She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do I came staggerin' in, in the middle of the

Yeah, I don't wanna her unless she swallow Ay, gettin' money like I won the lotto Uh, uh, yeah, all hunnids that's my motto Uh, yeah, money don't fall Yeah, kick a J, with some penny loaf Fresh down 'till my socks though I don't wanna her unless she

Polly wants a cracker Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star (like a porn star) We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch) Fast whips