Run with me wherever I go And just play dumb, whatever you know Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby You break me in two But you move me, honey Yes you do
dance Run with me wherever I go And just play dumb, whatever you know Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby You break me in two But you move me, honey Yes you
the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround, me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, diamonds in our grill tell me how
that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the Benz or the truck Back up, get on the one way 'cause more sundays hotter than monday Often gettin' trailed
down the boulevard, straight up wreck it in a damn line pop trunk, surround me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down diamonds in our grill tell me
sweet little honey Just two six packs away Well, I'm workin' on a country road But it's sunny weather It's gonna take a while To put my wheels back together Now Sunday
French fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an Indian giver, yo, give me that back Comin
and diss me, mock me, knock me Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger And when you hear me
It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift I'm bugged, you
only wishful thinkin (the only thing I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back) And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my
you lost your soul The devil brought you us, all you do is sell a foe Life after death could be eternal fire So some get blunted but you're back on earth
that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the Benz or the Truck Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday Often gettin' trailed
pounder french fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back
freak nick showing wood grain strip If you trip on a dip, I got a clip for the jack So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me where the hoes at [Chorus
5 It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift I'm bugged, you
hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you
