| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| Let yourself go, go, go, go |
| You retched? Alright, I’ll go |
| Bro, I’m not your average ordinary Joe |
| This is no Bell Biv DeVoe |
| Man, I’m more like twelve Crips in snow |
| I’m dope, boy, I get your girlfriend hooked |
| You don’t know how many girlfriends Furl done took? |
| I’m a homewrecker, a dome checker |
| And if she act up, I got some on deckers |
| Dre puts a slap, always amount to |
| A knock to make you clap, somethin' to bounce to |
| I now pronounce you married to the game |
| Since I heard them words, I’ve been doin' it, mayne |
| I’m a saucy, gravy, crowd juicer |
| Your chick got chips then maybe I’ll goose her |
| You gotta get looser, let yourself go, girl |
| Show Furl this is really your world |
| If you swervin' through the traffic with a hyphy passenger |
| Evadin' police when them boys is after ya |
| Or walking the streets with a wad of cash on ya |
| Throw your hands up and let yourself go (Let yourself go) |
| Throw your hands up and let yourself go (Let yourself go) |
| Throw your hands up and let yourself go (Let yourself go) |
| Throw your hands up and let yourself go (Let yourself go) |
| Go, go, go, let yourself go |
| Go, go, go, go |