[Chorus - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash Put the pedal to the metal and crash Here anything goes (goes, goes) Anything goes (goes)
We could party how we wanna, get drunk with hoes Strip poker 'til we run out of clothes Here anything goes (goes, goes) Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Here we go! Welcome to my world where anything goes Here you can ball out of control While you here, you can flourish, you can shop, go cop more shit Like never mind a car note, a mortgage (I mean) Here's no such thing as a hooptie We could fuck tonight, (niggaz won't) and they won't call you a groupie Bumpin Stevie Wonder +Do I Do+ With +Bad Bitches+ (I mean a), I guess I got a 2 Live Crew (oh!) And they all carry Mossbergs See we ain't New Kids on the Block, you can leave that shit for Donnie Wahlberg The world is mine, I ain't got a care livin (nigga) I'm gifted, I watch sounds and hear visions (but if) At one call I can have you disappear missin Rearrange your features so you appear different But nah, nobody gon' die tonight, that's a restriction When you doin this much livin
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[Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look, welcome to my world where anything goes So you could cry all you want to, lie all you want to You can get high, puff lye all you want to As long as you don't hold that shit hostage (nah) We all V.I.P., open bar mami Got fake breasts, no bra, no regard (she) She cool with the mnage That takes place when you act like TMZ, I just shoot for the stars I'm so "fuck it", I board the plane lookin low budget (nigga) No carry on, no luggage Low bucket, I'm headed to the south side Baby is free base, she wanna join the mile high Fellatio expert (what that mean?), that means mouth wide That shit be feelin better than formaldehyde (but) But nah, we don't need the dust right now in our rotation That's just gon' fuck up our celebration, ya heard?
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[Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Uh, welcome to my world where anything goes So you can stack up, invest, live off the interest Get ya money right Play the couch with ya hand on ya balls, welcome to Al Bundy life (I mean) Home on bed rest, waitin on my next check I'm just plottin my next step and my next breath (oh) If you don't do that in excess (there's really no) There's no point, like TV's in the backseats' headrest (oh!) Some niggaz get spiteful or angry Some niggaz are prideful and it pains me (let's go) Our brain speed ain't at the same speed So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me (nigga, I blame me) Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it Before you try to knock that down, go through it Try it or go do it The folk in my world won't look at you so stupid
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[Chorus - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash Put the pedal to the metal and crash Here anything goes (goes, goes) Anything goes (goes)
We could party how we wanna, get drunk with hoes Strip poker 'til we run out of clothes Here anything goes (goes, goes) Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Here we go! Welcome to my world where anything goes Here you can ball out of control While you here, you can flourish, you can shop, go cop more shit Like never mind a car note, a mortgage (I mean) Here's no such thing as a hooptie We could fuck tonight, (niggaz won't) and they won't call you a groupie Bumpin Stevie Wonder +Do I Do+ With +Bad Bitches+ (I mean a), I guess I got a 2 Live Crew (oh!) And they all carry Mossbergs See we ain't New Kids on the Block, you can leave that shit for Donnie Wahlberg The world is mine, I ain't got a care livin (nigga) I'm gifted, I watch sounds and hear visions (but if) At one call I can have you disappear missin Rearrange your features so you appear different But nah, nobody gon' die tonight, that's a restriction When you doin this much livin
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Look, welcome to my world where anything goes So you could cry all you want to, lie all you want to You can get high, puff lye all you want to As long as you don't hold that shit hostage (nah) We all V.I.P., open bar mami Got fake breasts, no bra, no regard (she) She cool with the mnage That takes place when you act like TMZ, I just shoot for the stars I'm so "fuck it", I board the plane lookin low budget (nigga) No carry on, no luggage Low bucket, I'm headed to the south side Baby is free base, she wanna join the mile high Fellatio expert (what that mean?), that means mouth wide That shit be feelin better than formaldehyde (but) But nah, we don't need the dust right now in our rotation That's just gon' fuck up our celebration, ya heard?
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Uh, welcome to my world where anything goes So you can stack up, invest, live off the interest Get ya money right Play the couch with ya hand on ya balls, welcome to Al Bundy life (I mean) Home on bed rest, waitin on my next check I'm just plottin my next step and my next breath (oh) If you don't do that in excess (there's really no) There's no point, like TV's in the backseats' headrest (oh!) Some niggaz get spiteful or angry Some niggaz are prideful and it pains me (let's go) Our brain speed ain't at the same speed So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me (nigga, I blame me) Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it Before you try to knock that down, go through it Try it or go do it The folk in my world won't look at you so stupid
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