BLOW

[Verse 1] It's supposed to be on and popping like Lil Mama But, tell me what happened to Lil Mama I be too damn high for the melodrama Strawberry Dutch rolled, strawberry Arnold Palmer/ Got a half, and a half of a half of a stash in a bag Flip that real fast Popping the tags off pants that I grabbed,'cuz money ain't a thing Gotta wear 'em with a swag/ Shoutout the girls with 4 in the whip Making moves cross-town to the parties looking bad Mid-night cops come party crash Running in the grass Fucked up my kicks Saw a couple shorties that weren't fucking with me like 2 years ago now they ALL on my dick Tryna take pics That's how it is when you get up on your Griss, Rudy Gay '06/ [Chorus] It's supposed to be, the time of our lives go to parties every night Get drunk, get high Talk shit, start fights We live, one life Let's live, it right No scripts, no lines No end, in sight (x2)