Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo, glo up How you finna shine with all that shade you throw, grow up White Ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer I'd rather be dying than be going broke I would rather die before I lose this though Swear to God You

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

(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

I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your

Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah Nigga act so tough it's startin' scene In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean? Big Guwop home I

Learn to let go, oh-oh Good at goodbyes but bad at hello Throw my hands up, learn to let go Learn to let go Is it over? Is it over yet? Everything keeps pounding in my head Can't free my soul 'til I I'm losing control, say it ain't so Throw my hands up,

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

So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you