tonight You don't wanna let me go, I can see it in your eyes But you know I gotta fly, cus baby this is my life Baby this is my life [Jim Jones:] She
money don't run out Holla if you down wit' Clover G's, roll, let me go I know that you'll take care of me, baby, please Don't blame me, it's not jealousy
Verse 1 (Jim Jones): Spinnin' through the city top Damn, lookin' pretty, verbal drome, What the fuck is my city Niggas lookin' at me, they bitches wanna get with me
beach, I'm about to take a swim, let me dip my feet and get...... Chorus: Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet...I wanna get you wet...Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet... tell me baby
fucks preparin' you guys? We sparin' you guys, get buried alive What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a hurry to die Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let
a twenty Let me hear ya holla if you want me come get me [Verse 6 - T.I.] Whether you know me as T.I. or you call me T.I.P. I know the FBB and FBI they
em but they wont buy red I ain't trippin don't wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With Diddy and Jim Jones, Juele
represent me like the girls with bangoos Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit Beat you the way dick tangle Oh, what a web we weave,let me
Killa, Dipset, Charlemagne Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Let's go, what they wan' sing? Girls, they want, wanna have fun Girls just wanna have Girls, they
Jim Jones] It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies) Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up) Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin) Somebody snappin pictures at me
second dog, I can blow up For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla Jim Jones
..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go [Cam'Ron] Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around Jumpin
make, let's ride Yo Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride We gotta go homey, let's ride You know how we do it though, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride
me what's crackin before) I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto
right there but it's like she's cross da world Im tryin 2 approach her why she dancing on da vip sofa then she disapears oooooo (Jim Jones Verse) ooooooooo she was fly
like that that, stay and two in the track track We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy Jim Jones
it to me... give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin.. give me... GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLES SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A DONKEY
