mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
Yeah, we're raise a lotta hell, yeah (Raise lotta hell, yeah) Yeah, 'Sweet Home Alabama' ('Sweet Home Alabama') And everybody's rocking and there's no last call Hey bartender let
him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with
this bitch so stylish Niggas done mistook me for my stylist And I know it's superficial and you say it's just clothes But we shoppin' in that motherfucker, and it
Wayne] Rock star lifestyle might not make it, President got em' in the White House naked, Looked at the clock and it say right now, Get a pound break it
hell Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf It's me and you in this old girl
have took me right back home to you I've been high, I've been low I've been yes and I've been oh, hell no I've been rock 'n' roll and disco Won't you
VA Cats, we bring it well done Do them dolo hit, we never tell none Sittin in the cell for blazing hell's gun We aight though, we just dip bail And like
it. Flow so wet I'ma take this beat tobogganin. I'm water logging it, I'm sogging it. Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it. Suplexin it on cement
enough, guess it's complicated Two parent dwellings and spelling have gotten so underrated I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated I was gon' save it
has it been that long? Say, what happened since I been gone, homie? Y'all got the game all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back
your ass with it I guess I have a choice I don't have to be this grumpy 'Cause there's plenty of other losers got it way worse than me It's been a bad
, I don't get it Gotta keep it down, 'cause it'll all be cold We ignore it, it's getting better, hey When it comes to men, it's known That I end up choosing
that new ride This is all they gon' say, hey! Damn right, she got it good Hell yeah, she got it made Damn right, she got it good Hell yeah, she got it
fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT! [Chorus] Get outta your mind, get outta your
Let me see you do it, ay Let me see you do it, ay Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon' drop wit it Do a step wit it
it I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it Let's fucking lose it Get outta your mind, get
wrote it If you hate me You love me too And you even know it My brother in the back Yellin please dont do it! (dont do it!) Chris Brown killed it So Im about to blow it