We just drinkin' and thinkin' of a way that we can make life better. [Verse 3] It's all good long as you don't turn on my like a door knob, Try to
Snoop] + (Girl) (Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In (Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends (What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
make you feel fine, You can tell my bag of tricks if you need a fix, Then I'm your dealer, Hey! (JT: dealer) Love love dealer, Hey! Break It Down (Verse 3
all, so i scribbled down on my mothas uterus wall. So years went by and Jay Sean went down in history like superman my composition was a mystery. I was 2 and other
goin on Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
Said "it's ok, do you want some more?" I said, "yeah!" "You'll see dragons after 3 or 4" I said, "yeah!" "Understand I'm not falling down" I said, "look
Lil Haiti connections? Nigga you don't even know a real zo But I can introduce you to one that'll kick in your door Put you faced down on the floor And
shine down you can go on home shine down go V3 RATS yr working overtime you are the moon beyond yr mind when the rats run riot and the screen door slams
,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3
(volume) Yous a 6itch yous a snitch you a mothafuccin scru6 (volume) (x2) (Verse1) I pulled up in a 4 door porshe set trippin 3 younG dread head niGGas
problem here Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin
European cars, Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW" in by baby mama Roll, And she my baby mama 'cause them other bitches flaw! Ohhh, I'm what them other bitches call
1993 I've got one foot on the altar, and the other on the ground Safe in the daylight sun I've got one hand to hold you, and the other slams you down
Cause I know for sure that it was from him Makes me wonder why you stick around While your heart gets beat down on the ground Chorus Verse 3: Love
drug wars just another day in the life You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm up and down I-10, with a car
somethin) Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out, Hoodie on with the all black ballushies on, Jab you till your motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh) Toungue is gone, (What else?) 3
Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just Hurricane it don't really matta hold me down
diddy-wah-diddy What's a girl like you doing with that lamp You better drop it down on the floor And son, that isn't very smart Kicking a hole in that door