Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

Shut up, shut up, shut up Sit up, sit up, sit up, it's a kangaroo court A kangaroo court There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse to dance

Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a witness? Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right!

'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out. And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down, I got my mind made up and I can't let go. I'm killing every second 'til it sees my soul. I'll be running, I'll be running, I'll be your light, your match,

I don't need their blessing now I don't need their invitation Ain't no way to shut me down Or to take this path I've taken And maybe I've been left out Never let this be mistaken They can keep that blessing now, forget me now 'Cause I was never welcome

You cool your bed-warm hands down On the broken radiator, And when you laid them freezing on me, I mumble can you wake me later. But I don't really want you to stop, And you know it so it doesn't stop you, And run your hands from my neck to my chest.

Shut up, shut up, shut up Sit up, sit up, sit up, it's a kangaroo court A kangaroo court There's a dark part of town where the girls get down And I cannot wait for a chance to go Wait for a chance to go I got my bad luck shoes and every excuse to dance

Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Music, makes me, high Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own

They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,