that big bootay a smack (eyy!) She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low [VERSE 1] I ain't neva seen
like to introduce Mr. Sensitive. Woah, oh, he'll never let the words get the best of him. Get the best of him. This city feels low against the gleam
I'm familiar with the pain But I ain't running no more there's one thing changed Ain't going down this time This time I ain't going down Like an undertow
they man Know when I need her she got a big booty like the cute girl Anita Low like Kesha when she on the mic Move on to another cos she wasn't treated
tip on the tightrope You can't get too high I said you can't get too low Cause you get too high No you'll surely be low 1, 2, 3, Ho! Yeah, yeah Now
you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another man's treasure one man's pain is another man's pleasure one damn thing you can't change
get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I
bustin no discussion No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter Suckas get touched, niggaz get
you trust, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror Can't
You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast You gotta get in and get out if you expectin
pride and my partners got no problems cause they know that you're true and if anything just jumps off I taught just what to do get low, get the bail money
throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice Chorus: [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather
way around just to get back where I started from All the way 'round, all the way 'round All the way 'round Just to get back where I started from Just to get
one of them classic T-Pain antics Got her makin' up brand new dances She get low to the ground like ants is Every time I put on Antaris All she think about is marriage Homie, you can't
be rain like this Sometimes you're gonna feel pain like this Sometimes you gotta work hard for it Because when you feeling low And you can't get no lower
I wasn't looking, so how could I see the light I learned to live with the empty silence In my nights Mindlessly drifting through pain And through pleasure
me a throbbing migraine (Can't stand you, I just can't stand you) Until you came along, I never dated anyone this low on the food chain (Can't stand
