Tied In (feat. Southside Hoodlum) - HMB DRE

...tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up... Gulemo dilemma Gulemo dilemma Tie me up, the city heat Bring the bell, go down the street Tie me up to the babaumba beat Try to beat, try to fight Take me back into the ring tonight Shake it up, beat down the beat Shake it up to the babaumba heat It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet It's the african queen, the babaumba beat All you need is love Take my heart And hold me tight forever, forever Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya Ring the bell Roll down the street Tie me up into the city heat Take me guys, keep up the beat Bring the bell into the city heat Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Tied up, tied up Gulemo dilemma Gulemo dilemma Got awaaaaaaaaaay Got awaaaaaaaaaay Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa) (Bal-du-ah) Take me guys, keep up the beat Bring the bell into the city heat Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Ring the bell, roll down the street Tie me up into the city heat Take me guys, keep up the beat Bring the bell into the city heat Take it up, beat on the beat Shake it up, the babaumba beat Keep your cool, keep cool your mind Shift the beat, you're one of a kind Kick the gong, beef up the beat Back to hell into the city heat Hit the bell, roll down the street Tie me up to the babaumba beat Take the beat, take the fight Take me back into the ring tonight It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet It's the african queen, the babaumba beat Gulemo dilemma It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet It's the african queen, the babaumba beat All you need is love Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever

What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man That's what I need What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man (ayo Schim run that shit back) They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker Clientele all on my phone I went to Venice just to bone her and end up taking shawty home I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone' I keep it player I ain't worried 'bout a hater they gon' talk too much (What's up with that weed man) I'm the biggest fucking guppy in the tank, lil' baby You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil' baby I make a ticket every city in the states, lil' baby I'm the shit prolly' how I got the stench, but lately I been on the road for the riches Tryna' double all my expenses I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (straight up) But I'ma' prolly' be trippin' if I hear one more description About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga (What's up with that weed man) 'Cause I ain't even like that boy Probably couldn't even write with the boy Be mean all night to the boy Fee-fi-fo-fum, I up this (shhh) and change the height of the boy Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker They try to tell me I'm a tailor, gangster, but I do it major Weed, head, but I be with bangers Why you talking to the coppers, not us Why you trynna' stop us? On them shrooms, we ain't pill poppers Wanna book me, fly me private baby Ride me baby, from the burb where they grimy baby I been looking shiny lately, what the time say? I can't even see the face Stars in the roof make her think I'm outer space They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper (yeah) Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker I got options Big 40 on my waist, feelin' cuffed I'm on gas, bitch I'm coughing, what you need though? I got hoes, pistol totin', moon walkin' till their knee's sore Drank up in my gut and in my pee hoe Shoot the shot like free throw Tryin' shit, not me though Drank's in my tee, hoe Big mac and my heat close Get popped through that peephole They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker