the sound I like how the music turns me out Heart beating to the sound of the bass drum Feet tapping to the snare on occasion Hold me now baby Tell me
nothing less than her instead M-M-Miss, please pardon me Now listen to me, I can hardly speak I haven't been this much confused Since daddy caught me trying on
Lines Asking Who Dat On That New Track Wit That Rap Reclined Backwards I Knew That It Was You But Matta Fact Don't Mind Asking Cooling On Em Moving On Em My Shooters On
try to hold me captive but mine are figure factions But the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransom I chance none, fuck them spots on charts
mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? Now I'm-a show you fuckin' with me is
stop and stare I'm steppin' out of this 'cuz I'm not with that there Get on the dancefloor, c'mon, take a stand All the girlies in the place wanna dance with you, my man Get on
B-boy stance I rock on the mic And the world wanna dance Fly like a dove That come from up above I'm rockin on the mic And you can call me Mos love Little
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Oh this takes me home It makes me think about Sitting outside of my old home When I was younger and singing something like
guy and all that (Yo hold up) I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on) [Kid Vishis] For those that don't know me Allow me to reintroduce myself My
swang, or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, you know Im always on my paper chase, always get my green, always on my lean, me and Po-yo fixin
to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs
s time to flip You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac' With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back Haters on the prowl on
'm never going to stop Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta When me ride through the hood you can hear the bass knock All me girls them love me, me, have me
em had a mean fortress, A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet. My gun collection is big in the Adolph section, My little mini-me he bump off
dining out on the town Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on crunk
a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin' you Make me wanna lick shots at you You disgust me, screwin' me down, grab my gun Go 'head bust me, heard
he no longer in the hood bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the
my flashing sword And my hand take hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon my enemies And I will repay those that hazed me When you got bass all