'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put
come on) From A-B to C, best learn your less-ons (-ons...) Cuz I'm so damn serious, it'll leave yo' ass stunned In the back and we packin on all who flex
and forever This fire brothers of fire Hard to find As it kicks so hard Hard to find As it kicks on time As it kicks on time There in the heart of millions
a bitch, my nigga (c'mon) Ah, now look, this the Ying-Yang Twins right And we done collabed with Lil' John and them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy To
like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and
the rest of the yams at my auntie house Get fresh and jump in one of them cars Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap we on the way to
They shine for everybody else, don't shine for me, no Since you went away Ever since you took your love away from me (Rainbows fade) They fade to black and
(Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Jonathan Elias) (B-side of 'Lift Me Up'; also a bonus track on European pressing of 'Union') This is a right total
Like weak thieves can't break in your crib And leave and they built like two So we [Incomprehensible] and then I'm straight And they drove by, see my
shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b-bent I'd be the big bang and drank drank That's why I got a purple Sprite and y'all ain't I
set her self on fire touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire (man man man) touch yourself (girl) I'm on fire (man man man
good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it. Put a face and some cute lips, earing and a tongue and she know what to do wit it. Make a name
it's just you and I The problem is that you're just a b*** I couldn't trust you as far as you can sit and piss Look, b***, I know you got bank You're
and you ain't a B-dawg You actin way too phony, and now you pissin me off Fake gangster who you killed? Fake pimp what you sayin? Yo' album sound fake, and
this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and
higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real niggaz
on corners, when they say and get roasted And the prayer get toasted, 'cause I keep the flame on The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
'all want my cutlass, now, I just want yo bread Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B I'm thug nigga and you know this to the B Don't hate the, the playa