dance Run with me wherever I go And just play dumb, whatever you know Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby You break me in two But you move me, honey Yes you
Run with me wherever I go And just play dumb, whatever you know Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby You break me in two But you move me, honey Yes you do
pounder french fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back
freak nick showing wood grain strip If you trip on a dip, I got a clip for the jack So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me where the hoes at [Chorus
It's M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift I'm bugged, you
try and diss me, mock me, knock me Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger And when you hear me
hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you
here we go, I'm back for mo' check the flow Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show Cause niggaz is borin, ohh you got me yawnin You come and go easy
the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround, me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, diamonds in our grill tell me how
that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the Benz or the truck Back up, get on the one way 'cause more sundays hotter than monday Often gettin' trailed
down the boulevard, straight up wreck it in a damn line pop trunk, surround me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down diamonds in our grill tell me
sweet little honey Just two six packs away Well, I'm workin' on a country road But it's sunny weather It's gonna take a while To put my wheels back together Now Sunday
French fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an Indian giver, yo, give me that back Comin
and diss me, mock me, knock me Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger And when you hear me
only wishful thinkin (the only thing I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back) And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my
