Touch Down (Feat. Eminem) - T.I.

Touch Down

[Chorus : T. I. (& Eminem)]
When we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them southern boys love that bass
(Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tennekee, every muthafucking state
When we touchdown)
Go right from the plane to tha range
(When we touchdown)
On the private plane gettin brain, til' we
(Touchdown, eh, ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T. I. and Shady baby we 'bout to move side a ride
When we touchdown)

[Verse 1 : T. I. ]
When we get in town, you know how we getting down
Pull a cling and hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm livin' what they talkin' 'bout, shinin' if it dark or not
That 100dx double R, you'll find that in the parking lot
You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for zone 3
4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta I'm forever son
Still be on watever coat, grindin' blowin' heavy smoke
Em you betta tell 'em fo', won't hesitate to let him go
They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on tryin' me I'll put that beam right on ya tater,
(bow wow wow wow)
You don't wanna see T. I. P. be irate,
Try to keep in a cage but somehow he keep escapin'
That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin'
Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin' I ain't fakin'
The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin' you're mistaken
You can find long lines, and all kinds of bitches your way
When we touchdown

[Chorus : T. I. (& Eminem)]
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them southern boys love that bass
(Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tennekee, every muthafucking state
When we touchdown)
Go right from the plane to tha range
(When we touchdown)
On the private plane gettin brain, til' we
(Touchdown, eh, ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T. I. and Shady baby we 'bout to move side a ride
When we touchdown)

[Verse 2 : Eminem]
Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit players ball like you have no idea, them boys here
Got the whole place lookin' like it's candy painted, ain't it
Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with the crayons
Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin' like Frogger
They're hoppin' out of the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin'
The kids painted my windows with black permanent marker
And left the rest of the car covered, coloured like Swirl Pops
And I got the bass thumpin' but I'm bound to bump into somethin'
Kids are flyin' through the air lookin' like they're krumpin'
The way they're tumblin', I gotta do somethin'
But as soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
They're just right back at it tomorrow
They're like, "Dad, this is in, so get with the trend !
This is for the pimps listenin' to Mims, nail polish on the rims"
And that was custom chrome, but I gotta go do a show
So go on with your bad selves, just have it back to normal when I touchdown...

[Chorus : T. I. (& Eminem)]
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them southern boys love that bass
(Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tennekee, every muthafucking state
When we touchdown)
Go right from the plane to tha range
(When we touchdown)
On the private plane gettin brain, til' we
(Touchdown, eh, ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T. I. and Shady baby we 'bout to move side a ride
When we touchdown)

[Verse 3 : T. I. ]
From my arrival, to my the project
I guarantee I put this d-i-c-k in somebody daughter, ey
I still have my way with the ladies across the water
Blew the cash from Haiti, jus' some shit that I thought of
It's ironic kind of shit that we buy man,
Threat to corporate America, then why they runnin' from me
How could they be so ignorant, look at what hip-hop den done
It's allowed us to run a business, we should of made it our money
Got us out the ghettos, relocated out mommies
I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me
So excuse me Oprah hunny, I'm sorry really I promise
But niggas bitches and hoes do exist I'm jus' bein' honest
But why am I bein' punished why is you so astonished
Now I ain't got a degree jus' intelligence and abundance
So you ain't gotta like me I know millions folks that love me
Well you can tell how they yellin' and screamin'
And waitin' for me when I touchdown

[Chorus : T. I. (& Eminem)]
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them southern boys love that bass
(Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tennekee, every muthafucking state
When we touchdown)
Go right from the plane to tha range
(When we touchdown)
On the private plane gettin brain, til' we
(Touchdown, eh, ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T. I. and Shady baby we 'bout to move side a ride
When we touchdown)


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