Roller Coast

(Party over here, over there, over right

Party, party, party!) (x2)

Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop

Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop

Let me tell you pe-eople why

Came from the bottom of the block I

When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit

Had to pull the opposite out this bitch

Had to get my ri-ide on

Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to

Had to had to get these chips

Had to make moves like Olajuwon

Started out sellin dimes and nicks

Graduated to a brick

No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip

Legendary like a schoolboy

Crushin merely nearly every every chick

Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped

And got left on some "Just +Me, Myself and I+"

On some Trugoy shit

Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return

Had to play with fire and get burned

Only way the boy ever gon' learn

Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn

Now I'm on top

It's my pain and my struggle

The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing

And my thirst is the same as - when I came(x2)

(Party over here, over there, over right

Party, party, party!) (x2)

Like I never rode in a limo

Like I just dropped flows to a demo

Like it's ninety-two again and

And I got O's in the rental

Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler

When you think back, you thought that

you would never make it this far, then you

take advantage of the luck you handed

Or the talent, you been given

Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin

Ain't no different from a block that's hidden

Gotta get it while the getting's good

Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop

Then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye, this is my second major breakup

My first was, with a pager

With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME

This one's with the stool, with

It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one

Ta-tah, be-hah

Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes

for them niggaa at radio and shit?

Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga

Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga

Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?

Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S

Dame whattup? Robbin the bank

Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh

You had that fucked up ass handwritin

You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now

for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup?

Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit

But we we still put it together

It's my pain and my struggle

The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing

And my thirst is the same as - when I came (x2)

(Party over here, over there, over right

Party, party, party!) (x2)