Best Of Me, Part 2

I'm focused man
 Tell Stoute to holla at me man
 Uh, young Hova, ya heard?
 Trackmasters, ya heard?
 Yo, yes y'all and Jigga man be balling
 Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
 Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
 Have mamis calling for the Lord darling
 Jigga Impallin' ass drop
 Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
 Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got
 But I'm used to not having a lot
 I'm from the gutter and uh
 I ain't the type to ever chase your box
 I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
 I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
 In every state like clockwork; Jigga's the hurt holla
 Lips are telling me yes
 While you're kissing on my neck
 Making me feel so
 "Should I stay, should I go?"
 I don't know
 Your hot boy style drives me wild
 But in the back of mind I know
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Best of me, best oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-uh-mmm
 Conversation like what?
 Big thighs got you stuck
 Feelings starting to show
 Should I stay, should I go?
 I don't know
 You're driving me crazy
 I wanna be your lady
 But I got a man at home
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Best of me, best of me, oh-oh-oh-oh
 Five, four, three, two, one
 Carolina blue kicks
 Hottest nigga on the block
 Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six
 High school crossover, waived away picks
 Music is the same shit, gave away hits
 So ma get it together or forget it forever
 When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
 You acting like Jigga can't get at whoever
 Talking you got a man, okay ma, and?
 That's high school making me chase you around for months
 Have an affair, act like an adult for once
 Plus my hand is up your skirt goddamn you flirt
 What's a little me on top gon' hurt?
 Maybe a little but
 Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
 And you look like the 'I like it rough' type
 We can crush tonight
 Tell me what you like
 I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
 Get right; Young Hova
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Even though I wanna see
 How you put that thang on me
 I can't let you get the best of me
 Trackmaster
 Mister Tone