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released December 25, 2010

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Track Name: Hands Up
Hey..Hey..

(Track Eaters bitch)

(Drop)

(Verse 1)[Mike Antoniotti]
So if you in this thang, you feelin' right
Then throw your hands up to the sky
I got my drink, my swag is on
I buy the bar, wh-what you want?
Yeah this is for my team up in the VIP, what?
And this is for my ladies in the strip club
Yeah this is for all of you on the floor
So bottoms up and do it more

Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon let it all out tonight
Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon kill it right

(Chorus)
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)

(Verse 2)[Mike Antoniotti]
Yeah I feel like a star, girls all around
Patron it is, I'm zonin' out
Ain't gotta talk, she know the gang
Track Eater bitch, you know the name
Yeah this is for my team up in the VIP, what?
No ruffles but you know we got out chips up
Yeah this is for all of you on the floor
So bottoms up and do it more

Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon let it all out tonight
Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon kill it right

(Chorus)
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)

(Verse 3)[C.G.]
She said, keys to the benz?
Nah fuck that, just me and your friends
After tonight won't see ya again,
We get it in then I'm leavin' a ten..leavin' a ten?
For the taxi,
Just dont ask me to stay at the pad, no maxi,
Like my girls like I like my sex, not classy, just nasty
One night so let's do it all,
Couple more bottles put em on my card
Skin so soft but she go hard,
Booty so big but her waist so small, o lord
Mike tell her, all I do is get drunk then spend dough
Ask whats her name what its hittin for,
Then let her blow me like Nintendo
Real talk, this ain't no game
Bout 10 deep, say hello to the gang
Track Eater representer,
If you tryna hang you should know our name,
If your don't your lame
Next night, new city,
Jet flight, 2 biddies tig ol bitties
Wake up in the morning feelin like P.Diddy
Drank too much, so I'm feelin' shitty
You live once, so you gotta live it up
2 hits of the blunt then you gotta give it up
Puff puff pass that shit to your neighbor
Fill it with success then blow it on a hater
I'm underrated and overhated but I love it all
You don't like me?
Heres a straw and a glass to suck my balls

(Chorus)[Repeat]
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)
Track Name: Tonight (feat. Top)
(Track Eaters bitch ha ha ha)

(Chorus)[Mike Antoniotti]
It's been a long one
Think we should roll one
We gotta find a way...
Kush and the sour
Give us the power
To up and fly away..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight...

(Verse 1)[C.G.]
8 to 5, I hate my job
Watch the minutes pass, thru this tinted glass
My girl trippin', text me I ain't shit
I text her back, like you stank bitch!
It's one of those I don't give a fuck days
Wish I hit the lottery, guess thats when luck pays
But love sucks and so does work
I just need something, to calm my nerves
Called the weedman, said I need an ounce
He brought it fast, right to my house
Hit the homies and I told 'em all to come by
My niggas stupid, when they dumb high
And now we all sittin' on a cloud
And we can't drop the blunt
We too far from the ground
And life ain't perfect but it is worth it,
So it's better to be high than it is to be down, ya dig?

(Chorus)[Mike Antoniotti]
It's been a long one
Think we should roll one
We gotta find a way...
Kush and the sour
Give us the power
To up and fly away..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight...

(Verse 2) [C.G.]
Late nights, early mornings
Need some excitement, my life is boring
Bill collectors say I owe more than I make
Well I just copped me some weed so the bills can wait
Ain't hella straight but I'm gettin' by
And don't everything feel better when your gettin' high?
Aint never lie, but I always fly
Paper plane airlines when I hit the sky
They say our greatest fears are things we can't control
Well I have to disagree, mine is a bitch that cannot roll
Or even pack a bowl
Cause just like smoke inhaled,
Eventually I will have to let her ass go
And now I'm just sittin' on this cloud
And I can't pass the blunt cuz there's no one else around
And life ain't perfect but it is worth it
So it's better to be high than it is to be down, ya dig?

(Chorus)[Mike Antoniotti]
It's been a long one
Think we should roll one
We gotta find a way...
Kush and the sour
Give us the power
To up and fly away..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight...

(Verse 3) [Top]
I said I'm du-du-du-du-dumping out the guts
Cru-cru-cru-cru-crushing up the buds
No I'm not a buddhist but I love Buddha
28 grams, yeah we rolled a whole oodle
Man talk about blazin', we set off all the smoke alarms
You know that sativa the only thing I'm chokin' on
Purple like Urkel, man it got me geeked up
Goofed out, trippin, it's time to get my jokin on
Call me Mr. Kettlepot, yeah i keep it steamin'
On any given Sunday, I'm really Willy Beaman
Cottonmouth, C.G., please pass the Fiji
And if we out of dutches,
Man just roll up some of them E-Z's
Cause smokin' joints is like gettin' to the point
But if you pull out that bong boy I promise I'll be gone
I'm talkin' super high like Ross
Now I'm chillin' in the sky with my Air Jordans off

(Chorus)[Mike Antoniotti]
It's been a long one
Think we should roll one
We gotta find a way...
Kush and the sour
Give us the power
To up and fly away..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight..
We gon get high, we gon get high,
We gon get high tonight...
Track Name: Not Enough
(Intro)[C.G.]
Louboutin's on the feet
The way she walk through the club
This girl gotta be a freak
And I ain’t even tryin to run game
But I’m watchin you
And how they fit that booty up on that frame?
Just sayin, that Henny got me talkin reckless
I’m tryin to eat you up
And then come back for some seconds
You swing them hips like a weapon
Swag so outta this world like a Jetson

(Verse 1)[Mike Antoniotti]
On overload
I’m bout to lose control
She ride that beat so well
The way I’m makin it flow
I’m up inside her world
I think I found my girl
Believe me when I sing,
I’ll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your
I'll be your warrior
So fight the night with me
I’ll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your
I'll be your warrior

(Chorus)
She burnin up the club
All night and I wanna show her love
But the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough
She’s unbelieveable
I keep thinkin like “where we meetin up?”
Cause the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough

(Verse 2)[Mike Antoniotti]
And the chemistry
She’s like a fantasy
Go get my camera please
Look how she dance on me
The floor just ain’t enough
Her love is dangerous
Even got me singin,
I’ll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your
I'll be your warrior
So fight the night with me
I’ll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your
I'll be your warrior, if you let me in

(Chorus)
She burnin up the club
All night and I wanna show her love
But the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough
She’s unbelieveable
I keep thinkin like “where we meetin up?”
Cause the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough

(Rap)[C.G]
She get it poppin like bottles on a Friday night
She make the girls around her look like they not in sight
Not tryna gas her, but I can’t pass her
Tryna dip wit her get ghost like Casper
Oh you a good girl?
Well I’m a bad guy.
And I’ll show you how I live if ya act right
Cuz ya ass right, and ya swag mean
Go head and bring ya girl with ya perfect tag team
They say it’s all about chemistry
But we don’t need it ma when we got Hennessy
Little Ciroc with the lime got your mind right
You see these diamonds in my watch so the time’s right
My jewelry gaudy, she’s so naughty
Everywhere she go she the life of the party
Sorry, fellas she’s taken
The dance floor’s on fire, she’s so blazin.

(Chorus)
She burnin up the club
All night and I wanna show her love
But the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough
She’s unbelieveable
I keep thinkin like “where we meetin up?”
Cause the dance floor’s not
No the dancefloor's not
No the dancefloor's not enough
Track Name: Hey Girl
[C.G.]
Roll them trees up
Watch her tease us
Her eyes, thighs and hips pop when she see bucks
Lil bad shawty
And I ain't mad hardly
But if starin' was a crime then go head charge me
In the building with my team lookin' like stars
You might got a lil' paper but ain't seeing ours
We throw it up, make it rain on sight
And I checked the forecast, it's gon rain all night

(Chorus)
Hey girl
I love watchin' u wine
I see you all time
Your really blowin' my mind, my mind
Hey girl
Your body's perfect art
I think you stole my heart
But it was, it was, yours from the start

[Mike Antoniotti]
I like it when you go low bring it up slow
That's why I drop a few stacks then I blow mo'
See you had me like whoa from the front do'
Now I'm in the front row watchin' up close
Yeah, tight waist with a round face
Sip 'tron, kushed out, deep space
Got the whole team here and we ballin' out
Is it love or the liquor? I'm fallin' now

(Chorus)
Hey girl
I love watchin' u wine
I see you all time
Your really blowin' my mind, my mind
Hey girl
Your body's perfect art
I think you stole my heart
But it was, it was, yours from the start

[C.G.]
Somebody call the cops
It was a robbery
Knew she was bad news
When she said hi to me
Let's have a toast to the douchebags
And the assholes
And oh yeah to movin that low
And gettin' that dough
Natural born hustler
I'm in here every week
Number one customer
I can't get enough,
Need her like I need hair
Plus I'm blowin money fast when shes here, yeah

(Chorus)
Hey girl
I love watchin' u wine
I see you all time
Your really blowin' my mind, my mind
Hey girl
Your body's perfect art
I think you stole my heart
But it was, it was, yours from the start

[Mike Antoniotti]
Ayo, I'm so tired of technology
Up close tryna study your anatomy
So good, you could open up academies
Round the pole like a snake tryna rattle me
And she do it to me everytime
So fine, 5 star, whole nine
And I'll miss you when the bar close
So just before I go I'll let you know

(Chorus)
Hey girl
I love watchin' u wine
I see you all time
Your really blowin' my mind, my mind
Hey girl
Your body's perfect art
I think you stole my heart
But it was, it was, yours from the start
Track Name: Come Thru(Tell A Friend)
(Track Eaters bitch ha ha ha)

(Chorus)
Party tonight, we gettin' loco
Ball til' we die, sippin' some loso
So tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru

We gettin' high, be where the kush blown
This is the life, get out your cell phone
And tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru

(Verse 1) [C.G.]
Party over here, ain't nothin' over there
I'm like a chimney puttin smoke up in the air
Alll u girls beware when my niggas on the prowl
Put down ya Prada bag, u gon be here for a while
Got some vodka and some tonic and a buncha chronic
Heard it's candy in the bathroom thats why all them girls lined up
And u know where to find us makin memories thats timeless
With some pretty redbones that flew in from China
Chop em up like Benny Hanna's,
Mike can you please just do the honors?
I don't want her I just want her knowledge, heard the brain is the truth she just finished college
And the truth is girl I'm just bein honest, its a whole lotta chicks here, you the finest
I don't mean to be rude but ya friends call ya D, and I'm tryna put some right between ur thighs'!

(Chorus)
Party tonight, we gettin' loco
Ball til' we die, sippin' some loso
So tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru

We gettin' high, be where the kush blown
This is the life, get out your cell phone
And tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru

(Verse 2)[Mike Antoniotti]
Uh, cause I be on that fly shit
Run and tell your girls
i, i can be your pilot
Tell your man it's private
Better get the next flight
Ain't on no bullshit
You said that's your ex right?
Look, right over that met life
If I don't ever come down bitch i'll see you in the next life
All i get is green fly by you waitin at a red light
Catch me in the Aston
And they hate me like an ex wife
Yeah, I just wanna party
Hennessy, Ciroc, Limon bacardi
Girl, if you wanna hang, get faded
Puff it and pass it to your neighbor, got you like...

(Chorus)
Party tonight, we gettin' loco
Ball til' we die, sippin' some loso
So tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru

We gettin' high, be where the kush blown
This is the life, get out your cell phone
And tell a friend
To tell a friend
To tell a friend
All you should come thru
Track Name: How U Livin'
(Chorus)
I'm everything your man ain't
You can check my fanbase
Pull up in that Aston
So you know I gotta ask em
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
I be on 5th Ave
Poppin', poppin' big tags
When I see yo girl mad
Man you know I gotta ask
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?

[C.G.]
Just the other day tho,
Shoppin' on Rodeo
Seen this bad bitty
Dress same color as yayo
She could tell I'm paid tho
Seen me step out the coupe
Louis belt, Louis rag
And I'm rockin' Louis shoes
I be on my fly shit
Also on my high shit
Kush in my clothes
But I dont care cuz that my shit
Know you got a man miss
So I'm just a fan miss
But I'm known to hit it good
Babygirl I can't miss
I be doin' thangs that your man wish he could
See him lookin at me funny,man I wish a nigga would
Believe I handle mine
You so fine, need camera time
Im tryna blow my money all on u baby hammertime

(Chorus)
I'm everything your man ain't
You can check my fanbase
Pull up in that Aston
So you know I gotta ask em
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
I be on 5th Ave
Poppin', poppin' big tags
When I see yo girl mad
Man you know I gotta ask
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?

[C.G.]
I'm a burb boy but I gotta street nigga swag
Ain't come up overnight
You see that all my figures match
Each year increasing more
So you know I get that dough
Push that pedal to the metal
Tear a hole right thru the floor
I'm always on my grind like a pair of bad brakes
Need a girl to keep up wit my life, its fast paced
I'm always first place cuz second's first last
You can catch me in the coupe cuz the truck murk gas
I'm up in New York City havin caviar wit Diddy
Then I'm flyin to LA discussin beats wit Dr. Dre
Next its off to Miami, drop my record of to Khaled
How come I'm gaining weight from all this lettuce in my salad huh?

(Chorus)
I'm everything your man ain't
You can check my fanbase
Pull up in that Aston
So you know I gotta ask em
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
I be on 5th Ave
Poppin', poppin' big tags
When I see yo girl mad
Man you know I gotta ask
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?

Anything you want and anything you need
It ain't nothing to a boss, come and holla at me
Just be my boss bitch, be my boss bitch
Be my boss bitch, be my boss bitch
Just like 2 nickels babygirl you's a dime
But just stay up on your hustle
Make them guys respect your grind
So be my boss bitch, be my boss bitch
Be my boss bitch, be my boss bitch

(Chorus)
I'm everything your man ain't
You can check my fanbase
Pull up in that Aston
So you know I gotta ask em
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
I be on 5th Ave
Poppin', poppin' big tags
When I see yo girl mad
Man you know I gotta ask
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?
Shawty how you livin? Shawty how you livin?