Baby work it out All for the money Wat shes about She get a round of applause Mami look so fly don't got no floss Shes ready no time to stop U gonna make
oh) mamacita mamacita [Bash] My mamacita got it goin on poppin the most like papparazi when they watch me and her hop in the low no destination
clue The things we do me and you, got to keep it tight on the cool Down low on the hush, take our time don't need to rush You in my mind like cannabus
cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby.and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand.My weed
at what I've become Everyone calls me Bob but I'm still my mother's son And I'm low key when I'm out now, hell no, fame ain't fun But I stay Live like
don't want you. Don't let your low down friends tell you I don't need you. Ooh, baby I love you. I got to have you. Baby, baby I love you. (Multple times
know I got so much love to give, baby And tonight I'm gonna take my time I'm gonna lay another log On the fire, baby Before my flame gets too low Said
in your arms You give my heart a treat Everything about you So doggone sweet Every time we kiss You make my life complete Baby don't you know You swept me off my
all you bought me Said I?m, I?m high class and this is where you brought me Gonna strike low just like my mamma taught me You're a, a low life you're
Sun falls down on us But all lights won't fade away Colder than your last words The air's just freezing my face Needless to say There's no dead-end through
& low When you touch me And my feelings start to show, show, oh That's the time I feel like making love to you That's the time I feel like making dreams
still time My one last wish: someday, you'll see How hard I tried and how much you meant to me It's your world now Use well the time Be part of something
Hoes betta, have a fall back attack, come through like a funeral all black on black couple six deuces, all back to back, few flyin spurs all back to
like my right hand anemic For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing Niggas on the low, kidnapped my
on they ass like back pockets on the jeans I just try to plug into the socket in between Then watch me do my step At the same time throwin' up who I rep
the ladies would show it off and thick as hell For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well And everybody, up north that's sick in jail I probably feel y'all, send you all
low tops, My domicanna sell out a co-op, She also can suck the gum outta blow pop, (Woo!) The feds wanna talk to my accountant to, they heard I bottle
its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My