Throwing it all away Don't throw it all away In a lonely place Where we're living in this town The sun is coming up and it's going down But it's all just the same at the end of the day Nobody says it's wrong So we don't ask why 'Cause it's all just the

A loser like me So everyone can hear Hit me with the words you got and knock me down Baby, I don't care Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out You wanna be, you wanna be All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way It ain't so hard to take, that's

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

Kick love into motion Take a little love and shake it all around Take me in your arms and throw me to the ground I just happen to be a man Try to stop this thing comin' Stand up for love My love is like a motor Burnin' all the time

Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous Demons and angels hang with us Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh Don't fuck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh I'm from where they hang 'em, oh Huh, woke up in a new

Just say you won't let go I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was

Oh no, oh no Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be Oh no, oh no no no And throw away the key, boys The Joneses, they're not like you or me Lock 'em up, tight 'Cause if they had the chance they might Throw away the key, boys So

I wanna throw my hands up high And forget who I used to be And get a taste of your luxury You don't wanna cry tears with me (tears) You just wanna keep sighin' (sighin') Sometimes I wonder if you're bad for me (you're bad) But that's what keeps me

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up