And get my feet on solid ground I used to get so mad about it, Moving on the wrong tracks I wanna get right back where I wanna be On the right side
together And get my feet on solid ground I used to get so mad about it, Moving on the wrong tracks I wanna get right back where I wanna be On the right
ten mo' Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat Verse 2: [Timbaland] I'm up on this track,
all my patience, punk violations got me geeking Everytime I'm on feet, seem like, the po's creepin' Ain't sleepin', Playamade Mexican eatin' Should I put on my
Make arrangements girl I'll take you back home(home) I got a nice Soft comfy mattress In my room(room) And don't you know I'll sweep you off your feet
pretty little thing! Now listen to me, listen to me...I don't care if she weigh thirty-two and a half pounds wet or five hundred and fifty pounds on her feet
m sitting pretty looking sexy got my dickies on biting on my lips kissing on you boy I'm so gone I love the way you breathing up and down on my neck
soup sick Yeah I'm on some new[? ] shit All black lay back bumpin some old Snoop shit 9 mili with two clips on some troops shit Fuckin with my eastcoast niggaz on
And everyday, I put new shoes on my feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo
overcracked out Gotta access with the back out on a back route To send shots at that house Rats snitch so I trap mouse Need a hit bigboss man Chingy who they ask bout Up and on
to all my niggas get ya pay and weight up [Kastro] If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit
stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this shit
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd