WITH IT

Now Ringo
I'm gonna count to three
And when I count three
I want you to let go your gun
Put your palms flat on the table
And sit your ass down
But when you do it
You do it cool

You ready
One, two, three

Rock ya socks
Blocka block
Pop it off
Get off my jock
Listen here son
I got something to say
Put ya on game
Send ya on your way
Pluck a little chicken
She ain't here to stay
What was that honey?
I forgot your name

Maker's Mark whiskey in his glass
That was last night
Don't bring up the past
Hit cha with the drone
Caught ya all alone
I'm a freak of nature
You just accident prone

Bumping and lumping
And crumping
With the insane posse
Watch me

Watch me with it

Boogie boogie boogie
Leave you sore like Woogie
Alerts like Amber
Got you missing
Like hooky from school
Leave you drooling
Like you noddin'
Electric cattle prod
Going up your ass like Rodman
I don't start something
I ain't gonna finish
I stay at the top
Of your girlfriend's wish list
Even though
I bring her coal for Christmas
No matter how hard you hate
You still can't diss this
R-E-A-L that's real
Yeah fool peel
Biggie
Gonna show you
Incubus
Nice to know you goodbye
Swanky boys don't cry
No lie
Step back
I'ma shoot it in your eye
Stuntin'
So fly so fresh
Guaranteed
Like the sunset in the west
I'll be cashing checks
Got your girl dripping wet
While I'm Timothy McVeigh
Blowing up the set



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Writer(s): Chris Neal
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