| You got me feelin' just like a pimp |
| You got me walkin' 'round with a limp |
| I got a coat made out of hemp |
| You know I never played to simp |
| You got me feelin' just like a boss |
| In the game, I can take a loss |
| I like to top down, hard or soft |
| Baby girl just knock it off |
| I’m too legit to quit |
| Let me know if you can drive a stick |
| If you don’t, I’ll make it fit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| I’m out of orbit, intergalactic |
| Dippin' in a spaceship, floatin' through your atmosphere |
| From here to there, I’m everywhere |
| Freeze, breeze like a breath of fresh air |
| This nitrous oxide high on pain |
| Got a chemical imbalance in my brain |
| Esham’s dope, ho, it’s in my veins |
| Only Doctor Kevorkian in my lane |
| Ain’t no stoppin' it, keep poppin' it |
| Twenty-four seven we gon' keep on rockin' it |
| Your boyfriend blockin' it, keep watchin' it |
| You got the key to the game, I’m unlockin' it |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to bust a move |
| You gotta know this ain’t your average groove |
| You gotta know a last call for alcohol |
| You gotta know the club close at two |
| You gotta know my outfit the cleanest |
| I’m from Mars and she from Venus |
| On the dance floor intravenous |
| Lookin' for that dope man, have you seen us? |
| We gotta funk you right on up |
| I got some Hennessy in my cup |
| I got a blunt, too, right on, bruh |
| So won’t you go on and light on up? |
| So pass me a big quick, I’m not rick |
| I’ma take a pic with Miss super thick |
| Bodacious body bad break outs |
| Ass so far from the front it stick out |
| Got pumps in the bump doin' the Humpty Hump |
| With a rump like that, get whatever you want |
| Drop it low on the floor, tote your butt up, though |
| In Detroit Errol Flynnin' like what up doe |
| She got me comin' home after the club |
| Tellin' all my boys that I’m in love |
| You don’t know she from the dirty glove |
| She got me hooked like she was a drug |
| You gotta light that, like that, tell me do it bite back |
| Am I gon' beat it up, or you gon' fight back |
| You the type make a player wanna wife that |
| Roll with the force, this the Empire Strike Back |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |
| You gotta know how to keep it lit |