[Verse 1: Slug]
Somebody said that money is the root of all evil, yeah, I guess it is
That's why I came to the party dressed like an exorcist
And we can get down, get off the furniture
I don't believe in you 'cause I don't see ya curvature
I'm not perfect, but I got purpose
Hold up ya drink like you don't know what thirst is
F what you heard, we just fire like a furnace is
Name in ya mouth like it's permanent on surfaces
Dynamite, you felt euphoria
Time took flight, but I'm walkin' like a warrior
Even when I'm gone, I'm a drug on these beats
Shit, I might as well draw a slug on your teeth

[Verse 2: Murs]
Brief introduction, invite you to the function
Come up in this house, you better not touch nothin'
I'm slow dancing with my chick
Tell the DJ to play "Remember 2 Forget"
Two-stepping to my own jam
Now I'm drinking beer on my porch, I'm a grown man
Hella hungry like the days I had no fans
'Bout to hit that Taco Bell up off of Rosecrans
Ain't no food trucks in my hood
Ain't no hipsters where I stay in Inglewood
Still in these streets just so that it's understood
Felt for the people 'cause you knew that we would
[Chorus: Slug & Murs]
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth, put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna, put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth, put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna, put ya name in they mouth

[Verse 3: Murs]
Why you talking all loud for?
You the type that like to gossip 'til your mouth sore
TMZ meets TMJ
I'm from the L-dot-A and homie, we don't play
Playin' oldies on a Sunday, on my Art Laboe
Then José text me, time to start the show
I'm backstage off that Jameson as usual
Another show sold out, it's so beautiful
Real heads, real rap, real shit
The radio still don't feel this
They only fuck with the famous and rich
I just came to put my name on your lips
[Verse 4: Slug]
It's almost time for the rooster, feelin' like an alien
Tryna get used to driving a minivan
I've arrived from the future, this shit was accurate
I'm still on the south side of Minneapolis
Mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind's crazy
I'm guessing that my wife probably wants another baby
Sometimes I feel like life got me gridlocked
Like 2Pac mixed with Tim Roth, let me live, ma
How you doin', everybody? Hope you're living swell
Or at least you got your people out the pits of hell
Carve my name into the wall inside that wishing well
And when it touched you in the guts, this was that shit you felt

[Chorus: Slug & Murs]
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth, put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna, put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth, put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna, put ya name in they mouth
[Outro: Slug]
It goes one
Then comes the two to the three, Felt 4