spit it to them oh s-s-shit coming and going i be running the show and i be knowing they knowing and i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and
spin Cause I am ready to party Gonna get my girls and get naughty Just crank it up Crank it up Till the walls cave in Just crank it up I systematically move
parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the
ground Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up Move on and accelerate, push it to the top Come on and evacuate, feel the club is heating up Move on and
take it to the back and count every single dime go on show em what you got girl show em you the shit go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna
't mind Go on take it to the back and count every single dime Show em what you got baby Show em you the shit Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing
st Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black, and
bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth and
the wall I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get
walls cave in Just crank it up, put that record and spin 'Cause I am ready to party, gonna get my girls and get naughty Just crank it up till the walls
bitty living room ain't gonna look like much When the lights go down and we move the couch It's gonna be more than enough For my two left feet and our
s running in circles. Time after time you've been trying to break trough my surface. Sorry I failed to tear down the walls over and over. Making up alibis
One we were made to find Wide off the mark we missed One we were made to find And now it's come to this And now it's come to this And now it's come to
your commander I'll provide the answer Ain't no reason to celebrate But you know we gon' have a ball, champagne spillin' from the wall And I'll be partying
each crew reppin',slippin'on the floor mirrors and walls are sweatin',shortie in my ear says shes got a thong on and I love how she moves anytime the
and lies and feelin like each and every move you make is analyzed? [Busta Rhymes] Yo, it's all good, you see the blessing is a gift and a curse To be
to see when ya move in the rhythm; I love to see, when you're dancin' from within! It gives great joy to feel such sweet togetherness, Everyone doin' and
your tonsil With us nigga, you'll be Mourning like Alonzo Think it won't happen, Offishall don't bluff Step inside my Circle and we'll show how ruff And