Bring it on what you got Tonight you're my dart She says keep it tight You sure what I did You hold I commit You take what I owe You know some
reason to cool you down An explanation I try to hit it hard (Top of the game) Give me a reason (And further more) This ain't no heart attack (You hit it
You're the crowd, you're the audience tonight you're the people, yeah you ought to feel allright, in time, by now, somehow You're the crowd, audience
Mash it up, I don't care what it takes Be the one leading us to the caves Be the one leading us to the caves Mash it up, I don't care what it takes
no see Hide, got no shotgun Hold, 'cause you'll never beat me Please use the amplifier I wanna get much louder I wanna get with you, yeah Working on
Slow down Your heart needs to temper Your heart needs a rest now You must slow down To the ground Yeah, your heart needs to temper Some times are good
So much for recess, so I beg you now, I I won't control you My hands are tied Got no No reason to go I feel so Good moment to talk now
Allow without the need of iron hands My head ejects the final memories You ought to be announced in history Mixdown, transport the light that indicates
Stop talking 'bout the weather I'd like to feel fine Dressed up in coated leather You make up my mind Keep swimming like no other Not keen for a gent
down (x9) Verse 2 Boy that word aint no excuse, u kno what it mean to me it means you passin over oppurtunities repeatedly Write it on a piece a paper
Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown?x2 Bounce dat ass ho [x8] (Shake it twist it)(Twist it shake it) [Verse
-erp [DJ Paul] Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it Well we're
gee'd up, grabbing on my...huh? I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it [Chorus]
flight but it aint a butta finga or it aint a babe ruth got ya dancin way loose like you off the grey goose caramel dummy's on my mind on the frappachino
my ways want it baby get it catered i can ship it myself why let em get the x's i can stretch it myself 62 bring a hundred back (nigga whats happenin
, they're bringing bottles of the goose And all the girls in the corner getting loose Screw rehab, I love my addiction No sleep, no sleep, I am always on
, I'm getting my lean on Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on I'm not the one to scheme on you, p-ssy n-ggas dream on I give the work,
