Artist: Young Jeezy f/ Plies Album: TM 103 Song: Lose My Mind Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Young Jeezy] Let's get it shawty Oh this that shit right here nigga What's up? Yeah, what's up nigga (103) Yo, yooo, nigga 103! Yo, you know when this shit drop in the club nigga Yooo, yooo, let's go Let's go! [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Why y'all trippin? I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout that time Been at it all week, time to unwind Drink like tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way too packed Rosť baby, waste two stacks Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind [Young Jeezy] I'm hearin voices in my head, think I'm schitzophrenic I swear they sayin let's get it from another planet Thirty-six a thousand times, I'm doin somersaults Do it right and you can leave your whole summer off I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga's seein double y'all Tell me what's the chance of Jizzle fuckin both of y'all? She said long as we could do it with your ice on If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisha sweets In my black and orange Charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms (yeahhh~!) [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Plies] Guess what my momma told me? She hate my partners Guess why she hate 'em though? Cause all of 'em robbers Fuck the police, cause all of 'em problems White girls fun, cause all of 'em swallow Why I ain't fuck her at the house cause the bitch holla And where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Ol' broke ass nigga, stop cock-blockin Security! I need help cause the bitch stalkin A half fuckin mil', that's what the whip cost me One hundred dollars, that's what the pussy cost me And when the nigga start hatin that's when the nigga lost me Fantistico! That's what the hoes call me [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Drop the top, no bra, got the tittes out Mention my name and bring the whole city out Doin what I do best, D-boy stuntin New car, old money, D-boy stuntin (yeahhh~!) Step in cleaner than a new glock-40 My nickname in the A, "Strapped Up Shawty" (yeah!) You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big (yeahhh~!) G-Code, black shades and my black chains But if you wouldn't understand it's a black thang You know we drink that Rosť until we black out Wake up, drink some mo' and pass back out [Chorus] [Outro: Young Jeezy] What's up nigga (103) Yo, yooo, nigga 103! Yooo, yooo, nigga 103 Yooo, yooo, let's go Let's go!