Lyrics

[Bridge]
Taste this. Shit.
Check check.
There ain't nothing better than the shit you got.
One two, one two.
Memories making bass are sign of this shit.

[Chorus]
I put it all in, put your hands in the air, you feeling this, oh yer, I'm burning this.
Don't worry about the next man, don't worry about the next track.
I'm set man, I've got mine from start to end. When I say make some you say noise, make some, come on, make some, yer yer.

Another verse, another twist before I get to it. Don't need to practice, what's going to be's going to be. Put me on your track list, turn it to a hit list, yer I know you like it, come on hit the back seat.

Switch that around girl I'm telling you to sit back, I know you down girl let me get a tea bag. I'm a prep player, attention to the words I'm saying, my words are riches baby, that's why I keep them baby.

When I flip the script I don't need no witnesses, you ain't got to hit the strip no, I'm not that kind of pimp. Shit make me sick, let me take a fly at you, don't worry about the other chicks cos' you don't want them filling boo.

Take you to the Caribbean, every day just me and you, no telephones, no studios, I breakfast and dine with you, spend all them nights with you, love could be beautiful, come on let's make a move baby life could be beautiful.