Tennessee tighty, I went out my body

Had a little too much to drink Almighty

God can you show me some leeway

I'm seein' two's on the mutha fuckin' fr, a freeway I comin' out the gate crooked and I'm loosey

Got the tech and my deck and some mob music

Hit the strip tryin' to catch me a twenty doosey

Drinkin' bombay mixin' it with orange juice 'Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in

One or less more violation and he's lookin' at ten

So we gon' live it up and act bad balls

And party til' the mutha fuckin' wheels fall off Hope those wheels ain't made of stone

Five in the mornin' and I still ain't home

Man, I'm tore like never before

On the couch assed out with my eyes on low Tonight we gon' smoke

Burrito size Taylors served with Vegas

Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes

Steak and chicken, eggs and grits

Clicked out *** makes platinum hits I don't really know why niggas made me go way out

My body way out, my body

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare

I'm way out, my body way out, my body A'ight B

I heard the yak went quack, zob schilacked

Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed

From the back I bash, all night I last

When I *** that ass long dick ya daz A ruh uh ruh uh ran up on her, from Tacoma

Man, that bitch had miles on her

Fuckin' wit' a pimp, bitch, you ain't heard

You can start me in the mornin' with a bottle of 'birds

Lick on the hip and watch the *** rise

Up under your legs, in between your thighs Long range pimpin', LRPs

No high jeans no ticks and fleas

Wake me in the mornin' 'cuz at night I snores

Alcohol comin' all out my pores

Four-door drivin' and I'm fast asleep

Bitch next to me in the passenger seat I don't really know why niggas made me go way out

My body way out, my body

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare

I'm way out, my body way out, my body Certified top hat, one of the truest

Timin' like my niggas up in east St. Louis

Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift

My niggas in the H-Town smoke the spliffs Juice and Vodka, the tower of power

A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour

I don't stop perkin' keeps in goin'

A full house in my dank room blow air Nigga disrespect, don't let it slide

Go get your entourage fool time to ride

I spots red lights and I'm loose and lick

Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment Alcohol, tobacco and firearms

But this time man, it's a false alarm

I really wish I took another route

But I'm gone out my body way out I don't really know why niggas made me go way out

My body way out, my body

I don't really care if the popoes stop and stare

I'm way out, my body way out, my body