Artist: Young Jeezy f/ Drake Album: TM 103 Song: Lose My Mind (Remix) 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] [Drake] Do I love these hoes? Mmm, kinda sorta I got 'em drinkin sangria like it's fuckin water Some Miami women, tan lines showin And they really 'bout whatever, shit is mind-blowin Fuck what they talk, do what I say Bust it open girl, and send it my way You say you like it like that I think I like it too Half a million in a week, it's only right I do All seein eye, my eyes seen it all I talk a lot of shit, I swear I mean it all Yeahhhh, one-oh-three And both fingers to the haters try and front on me, AHH! [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!