Lyrics:
No Fun At All It S All Up To You

won't come to you Won't come to you Strike 1, strike 2 This time it's up to you Ooh, this time it's up to you You better make a stand Or someone else

Cause nothing wont come to you Wont come to you Strike 1 strike 2, this time it's up to you Ooah this time it's up to you You better make a stand Or

? Let me know Is it me that you've been waitin' for? Put your hands up (Put your hands up) Take it to the floor (Take it to the floor) You already gave

that ain't classy You want it you need it I got it you want you need it I got it , cause this is how its going down , you want it you need it i got it

I don't ever wanna let you go It's a certain kind of feelin', you know that feelin' you get When got it right, then you know what's what You got me

to see if it's hers Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me I ain't touch you that's on me and my words You ain't gotta flip the script,

you out and you ain't got nothing on Baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes And you keep it real while them other stay plastic You're my

life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You

it I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit (Chorus: