Put on a scent with some attitude Put on a dress with some bite Make up your skin like your favorite star You're going out tonight When everyone's under
How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can
Tear those pictures off the wall I don't think I will need them all again I think the problem here is There's nothing wrong I guess that I can coast along
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
If you wanna get with me There's some things you gotta know I like my beats fast And my bass down low Ba-ba-ba-bass down low Ba-bass, bass down low I
Oh yeah, ooo, ooo Well, well Oh yeah, oh yeah Listen girl, you want me but he needs you Yet you're tellin' me that everything is cool Tryin' to convince
I'm in a lowdown groove From carrying a torch for you Oh, what a lowdown groove Really don't know what to do My heart has no sense of humor Dear, as
I'll forget just what I meant All I meant, lost respect It was a fall from grace I'm dead, that's what I meant Lost all track and the way I went No sign
See me in the A I drop it down low I back this thing up And make mo' money mo And he up in my ear like Go shawty go No I ain't a stripper but I do it
[Incomprehensible] Into that void of silence Where we cry without sound Where tears roll down Where tears roll down And when your mother's violence
Baby yeah Come on Baby yeah Come on I wanna make love Oh baby I wanna make love Three months, two weeks, five days Phone calls, emails and the games
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] How could I be so down at a time like this, when im high like this When the billboard charts when your major tours overseas when
They fight, they fight, they fight, they fight Get low, get low, get low, get low They shoot, they shoot, they shoot, they shoot Get low, get low, get
Verse one: {lil' ya} Goin' for it all I want to ball fall So give me some chip's, I got's a Motherfuckin' nine on my hip, I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin
[Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo
To my mouth Frozen shut Mother's son Paper cup Belarus Belarus Belarus Belarus Pressing light Brighter sound Black and white Fading now Belarus Belarus
A heart that won't burst And lips that don't thirst I thought of you first My love is for free, my love My love is for free My love is for free, my love
Come clean and off with your head The streams of bright rosy red Your heart will do the rest And you'll always fade You'll always fade Someday you'll