Hey, get up, have some fun tonight Hey, get up, have some fun tonight Hey, get up, have some fun tonight Hey, get up, have some fun tonight Hey, get
I'm not the one to stay up all night But I am the one to turn off the light I'm not the one to make it all come true But I am the one who's good at two
Well, it don't take much for me to do my thing All I need is a mic and a ring magazine Big beats 'a pumpin while the guitar blasts Make the punk motherfuckers
You're throwin' sticks and stones, you're breakin' my bones man I can see you got to leave it alone You're trying hard, pushing hard, trying hard, pushing
The greatest The greatest I must have been away too long, I don't think I can take it Well, this thing that's going on, there's no way I can feel it
I'm a star fucker I'm a star I'm a star fucker I'm a star Yeah Houston, see the people there Detroit, everybody man Atlanta, people around the world
keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime scene, no answer Nino Brown
and di new serial (See y'all) See mi a seh (Gangsta shit) I see dem fakin (Jump!) [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Black Jays up, within your town Ray and
cactus crown With a dot, dot, dot on her brow And she speaks inside crowd With the cavalry turning around Hit me like a gamma ray Standing in a hurricane
think I'm a rockband. No marylin, veteren at this rap shit no fetelen never hit, tryna tag I, you gon need a spray can cause ya'll like seein me, better clean your ray
my drop TOP haters starin at it but you can't have it tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow and we gon leave em talkin bout YESTERDAY! (VERSE 2 - RAY
- tomorrow I'll be better off Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time No, no next time Wop, bob a loo bop bam Next time Anyone here seen ray charles? James brown
sorry, Atari in the Ferrari Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown
'm crushin', tell you suckers to start hushin' Shush, no discussion, 'cuz I'm-a start rushin' The payback and I attack the pack that's wack The black mack, brown
Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray
off your iPhone, we chillin' and hey We'll be sippin' Patron, couple gallons a day Let's take our clothes off, bombs away Pick a song, Chris Brown, Ne-Yo or Ray
brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown Said that our noise is the type that you should keep around They led me through the forest, took me to the Wizard Ray
fi send fi a quarter 'Cause mi find out mi sittin it done May have fi send fi a lighter Fi go burn down Babylon Ey, oh green grade, purple grade, brown