lancee me balancer balancer balancer Step back ouh oh Step back mmmm Step back step back Let me do what I do Step back ouh oh Step back mmmm Step back step back
ma lancee me balancer balancer balancer Step back ouh oh Step back mmmm Step back step back Let me do what I do Step back ouh oh Step back mmmm Step back step back
: Top down, on the strip Lookin? in the mirror and I?m checkin? out my lipstick Girlfriends up in the back Were out partin? all night Feelin? so
Replied Now It's December, I'm Driving, And She's Like Where's My Hi? I Swear, That I Never Called You Cause I Really Get Shy See That Was A Segue, I
say but how I say 'em And I'm gon play this game the best and make sure that I slay 'em Even my enemies impressed 'bout how I make my moves They tried to step
was racin, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me puttin out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life
to drop my crew off (but i'll be back) now I'm alone and ontop of it all, looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind) I
step back, twist and dive I even seen Kurt Cobain get live (blam!) No heads, but they all funky And drunk, drinking old Spunky Don't be shy, everyone'
put your back on the wall Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm fuckin ya all You remind me of this dream I had the night before I'm kinda hopin the condom
or tell bout J a y an Ye so shy Now he won't even step to his idal to say hi Standing there like a mom Let the chance pass by Back of my mind he could
Step From The Dance Floor Makin You Want More Y'all Lookin Good And I Just Can't Help Myself, I'm A Pimp Son Know I'm Gon Get Yours (Tonight) Imma
it's private Man I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick I had to *plate* the shy chick An she *aint* shy no mo She changed her name to my chick
gotta get up with the mob in the light Rollin' 40 deep to the club and I'm like, gotta see what I'm bout to fuck tonight The party so live, and I'm bout
If you don't we will... I repeat...If ya Just blast that mutha fuck [gun shots] [broken glass] [Verse 1:] I'm bout that paper I'm on top and it
can rest 'Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh It all came down to a test A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest Now I'm caught up