Strike (Four) I'm gon' for the homerun It's going, going, gone! [Nashawn:] I take off through the moon roof You hear a clap that's Nashawn Jones in
[Nashawn:] Yo, I got request for the yayo, shooters on the payroll Pocket's full of Pecos, Nash he's the best like Watch dog, stay froze, clap friends
All I hear is "Nashawn I'm living" Y'all can't live in prison y'all too real Y'all won't live in (In Jail) [Chorus: Nashawn] If you want it, you could
like the Devil I'll take a lil' argument to another level We could fight, use a knife or pop heavy metal [Hook x2] [Nashawn:] I'm in the streets y'
uh, Bossed Up in control [x3] Yea uh, Bossed Up when we roll [x3] Bossed Up in control [x3] (Braaaaave) Tossed up and get folded [x3] [Nashawn:] Yo,
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was
