Letras:
Tank Sex Music

To this sex music, sex music Don't stop, that's it, right there, that's my shit To this sex music, sex music Sex, sex, sex music (oh oh oh) Sex, sex, sex music

To this sex music, sex music Don't stop, that's it, right there, that's my shit To this sex music, sex music Sex, sex, sex music (oh oh oh) Sex, sex, sex music

From The Dirty, Dirty South I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells Don't Be Mad At The Rocks

the same thing, man, it's easier than a stripper Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing along And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music

mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex

imagination Know what I'm saying, uh, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, I like that Give me some more, some more of my vocals You know, sex 'em up a little bit You

good old college degree Shit, my niggas drug dealing seen more dollars than me I know my calling, it's in my blood to do this music thing Won't be that

f***ing best. You the best I ever had. Best I ever had. Best I ever had. I say you the f***ing. Sex, Love, Pain Baby, I be on that tank s**t Buzz so

are captured and punished The Polar Manitoba's melted by lava A team of ER doctors climbed aboard the chopper My skull is a submarine hull I empty the ballast tanks