mad as hell With the wrong bitch, in the wrong hotel Shoulda gave up when you first struck out Now you tryna get the fuck out Man I was drunk when I went out
no time, get in it Keep on humping til my head starts spinning Whoop that ass like a world champ Break the chairs and knock down the lamp In my birthday suit
got the door More time, hoot hoot, aim aim, shoot shoot Ain't nothing but the young kids, they recruit It's a wonder they don't come home in they suit
fame is? Sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin? what her name is You know what pain is? Flushing 2 bricks and have a n-gga try to strain it out
last time, when she got you that [Sean Paul] Licks in da Land Rover Rolex 'pon me wirst, and a crisp pullover Platinum chain and ring with ice all over And the bus' out the suit
, every man plays the game. Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name. My life, my face, now you don't recognize. Well just open the door
is a song for my haters Ya'll got me feeling like the greatest, yeah Bitch im about to Blow up! [Verse 2] Mama say I should reconsider law school, That means ill wear a suit
gga, deep thinker, big drinker late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker when you out of town, and you not around turn your ass over like a n-gga stepped out
[Intro] S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah.... [Verse 1:
about three blocks To a peep-show booth and meet a girl named Ruth Wasn't sweating the shame, didn't use your real name Booked a hotel room, suite paid
, yeah nigga just shot his ass Broken window plus I got blood on my glass Get the car door open gat in my hand Still soapin' lookin' for who was approachin' Blue suit
bout calories put on by state The recipie I'm cookin may send me upstate Use bakin soda cook the pie collect cake, not Pillsbury These niggaz kick down doors find out
that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out (Word Up) Check em out, check em out
it on the grind 24/7 I'm with it YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget money knocking at the front door I
feminine Buck naked with his kicks on Breakaway jeans, drawers and sweater were all on the bedroom floor He heard singin' from the shower from the bathroom door
it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha, yeah, suited up ready to dumbs out Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door With our guns out