Take it back Oh, take it back I don't want your lovin', anymore Let me live Oh, let me live It's not you who I sank for So, don't sit next to me Sit by
) She talks, I listen, shes in the shower and her skin glistens Like oh my god I like it Like oh oh god I like it I suggest a drive, lets take the back
with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back and now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him The D'
six SL's To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo" Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell And
wear J's and I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man I done sold it and bagged it I done drove it and crashed it Fucked my credit up smashin the
uncomfortable but they not built to last Especially when you take [?] mother fucker up and down to [?] Niggas here' the couple things [?] back yards And I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back
we layin' over the sheets Take it off, red Louis Vuitton on the feet [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Take the chopper out the trunk and go east side with it Split
a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister Red and curly and she
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
shit go, The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, The D's is chrome, the frame is black. (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break, And
Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat You could get it
rippin my heart But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme I know what you
in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus (50 then Game):] Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna
want it, metal or plastic Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well And I can still get a nigga
with wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ?i dont care? so I took her training bra off thats when she got scared, she wanted
Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A Niggas Head Like A New Era Brim And I Bang
Me and her the oh six (06) Bonnie and Clyde And I call her Nino Wesson when there's drama she ride (ah ha) And it's gutter hell, it's just me and my