Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show

They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg Put the chopper to your head, and take it off Fast break, taking off Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah Keep niggas on they toes I ain't never play fair

Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah) No more talk, we're kicking down the doors Everybody saw me taking off (taking off) Fuckin' what they say, party hard (party hard) I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be the same (same)

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Versace on the floor Ooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl Ooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby (It's warmin' up) can you feel it? Let's take our time

Guzzle, guzzle Yeah I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody take a hit Yeah, I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody wanna Smoke signals coming from the indoors Scraping off white wall tires Ain't got wings, just Johnny out the window

Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (Believe it or not) Believe it or not Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (ooh wee) Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you) Take the top off, let the sun come

Please don't be angry with me cause I've gone away I've told you about your mistakes But you didn't hear a word I said I'm so tired of worrying I don't know just what to do I'm sorry baby I just can't put up with you I've tried to please you But you just

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah,