is not about a girl It's about good times Mixed with good friends, Can't even think about her This song's about bottoms up And gettin' so tore up This
count your blessings now we're gone, you are alone told your mama that you was grown one to the neck and three to the chest when you ran for your life
I'm hearin is you (for real?) State Property, all I hear is your crew (that's what's up) What's up with Beanie Mac? (uh) What's up with Peedi Crakk? (
) Knew it tore her up inside But we still kept the love alive Hey man, I've learned my lesson Got a good girl, count your blessings Instead of spending them up
