Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

And this is my favorite song Now sing along, when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh) There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down

You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me

Nobody's gonna love me like you Nobody, no uh Like you, ooh Nobody's gonna love me like you do Nobody's ever loved me to the truth I don't want nothing else No heart, no hands, no skin, no touch Can get me there, nowhere enough

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

You want a real one If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby) Girl I bet you want a

Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what, mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right, mama I love you This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think

Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what Thick like blood, where's my dogs Uh, there's my dogs Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Gotta have that Now who I am is who I'll be until I die

Girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls Oh-ooh-uh-uh There's a million things I should have done, but I can't help it Oh-ooh-uh-uh, oh-ooh-uh Going up and down, and spinning round and round, I

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa