you, need you, want you back in my life) Come back, baby come back (Love you, miss you, need you, want you back in my life) Come back, hey, come on, come on back
Waiting for a fight High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight Come back of the skinhead come back of the boot People that we don't beat up We're
beat up peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months My life's like kinda what my wife's like (what?) Fucked up after I beat her fuckin
I begg you talk to them there weak Like Chorus Oh I'm coming from under the ground Tonight I'm comming up to take it down I'm free coming deep from
she want a spouse She start go out, start beat a darker stout GUNS COME OUT! Working people funds run out Keep a show last week and no one come out BOMBS COME
bone and the ball Makin London bridges fall, so check it I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop but we could bring it back to the beatbox
who game this is, Young Hov Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday Back
space shuttle and I?m not coming down I?m a stereo and she?s just so monotone Sometimes it?s just me and all my bottles all alone I ain?t coming back
be squeezing his throat and I'm beating him back. We gotta go for attack before he gets far, blow up the death star and kill the copycat. Now to the next episode when we are back
a prisoner behind these eight bars [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Bun B] Ok It's big Bun-Beater baby Southern OG I'm Pimp C's brother, everybody knows me Coming
Yes, I get it poppin, 'specially overseas Japenese girls even love my beats They say, "Timbaland we love you We love the dope things that you do" Even in London
Danger And Lee Wello, P's Involved And Man Are Like Hello, Hi, Come Off The Roads They're Cold, So I Do Music, I'm Hotting Up Shows, If Not Back To Square
Dill to get the stitching done Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy for some months Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches Started back in fucking London
space shuttle and I`m not coming down I`m stereo and she`s just so monotone sometimes it just me and all my bottles all alone I ain`t coming back this
me and tot he max we go And treat these verses like Margarito and Pacquiao Teachers thought I'd never come out my shell and well Now I hop on beats and
remix, shawy bring it back It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track It's the remix, shawty bring it back Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon [Intro
