When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass And you screamed, I'm alive. I'm alive You wanna meet a girl I used to know, Let's take a drive.
mind Hey, there summerboy I'm taking off my heels Let's go for run Have a little summer fun Have a little summer fun (Summerboy) Let's get lost, you can take
times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving
It's just that they talk too much, they never know who to trust And just when you get enough, a target you will become That's just the hater way It's the devil's
Puts papers in his briefcase and drives away To save the world or go to work It's the same thing to me He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition
So let's get it in, girl So let's get it in, girl Hey, hey I said let's get it in, girl Let's get it in, let's get it in Let's get it in, let's get it
Greetings loved ones Let's take a journey I know a place Where the grass is really greener Warm, wet, and wild There must be somethin' in the water
soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul Just my color, just my kind Got a heavy soul next to mine Heart's on fire, get no sleep Drive
Cuz i know where you've been such a shame you don't put up a fight Thats a game that we play at the end of the night It's the same old story but you
sixteen, you don't have a rep yet" I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please" She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
priceless image Picture me broke as fuck on your block about to open up Like, "Okay nigga, what's up?" Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a
mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul
Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya each verse Groove let the shit just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a
s gonna be hard gettin' you off the brain I mean we could take a drive in the X5 The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide You's a dime piece
That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about