[Ja Rule]
We 'bout to do the damn thing, you know
Roll that shit up, pop that shit
Pass that quarter, nigga
Haha, it's the CMC

[Chorus: x2]
Everybody want to fly, high
Aim for the hills now
The Rain go drip on down, Sugar
All over you, hey

[Jody Mack]
Hey yo, I figure if I'm going out, fuck it, I'm going all in
Straight to the, top of the world where it ain't no falling
My inner self is warning, Chris Black it's like chill
But you know about Jody, oh Jody get ill
But now here I go, falling down the hill, nigga tumbling
Thirsty than a motherfucker, butterflies rumbling
The sunshine coming in, my eyes still raining
I'm focused real hard but the numbness remaining
1, 2, 2, 4, 5 hours pain
Spend up the gas station, tank still for of gas
Oh Lord, it's what I'm in but I want it to stop
I got my rain coat on and really want it to pop
A nigga humble, but you know a nigga Jody won't eat
It's real crazy on the hill where the homies don't sleep
I seen a full moon, made a left, jammed on the breaks
Hit the curb, crashed and burned, damn it was too late

[Chorus: x2]

[O-1]
I feel like I'm smoking, cause the way you make me feel
Like I need, goingg, I'm so open, I'm tryin' to stay focused
But I'm living it up, fourth way model, bitches and up!
Take you outta my Ferrari baby, burning the clutch!
It's a little, don't give a fuck about, rapping it up!
I'm just, eager to fuck!!
You know me it's O-1, quick to pop 1 or 2, bitches
Making it easy to come for you, bitches
You know how a nigga penetrate
Grabbing you buy the waste, fucking 4 to 8
That's us, ass up
You looking so good that a nigga can't pass up
But the way my

Writer : Foreman, David / Greene, Jeremy / Whyshmaater
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC