It's a backyard thing, it's a condom thing, you know, yeah Hope you're not in your head by this point Ain't no limit to where we can go, you know If you lookin' for a bad n***a, yeah, I can be that Your n***a in the absence, yeah, I can be that Come here and say that on my face, mm, let me see that It's so good, put it on check Ooh, I can't believe it There's no limit where this gang go Imma hit it up PacMan Yeah, I can be that When I'm done, hit the back end Hit the muthafuckin' back end Sit it on my face It's so good, put it on check Ooh, I can't believe it There's no limit where this gang go I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit Who dat? Catholic pussy, she a saint Snowballs, time to eat Say yo, Grace Boy Shit awake, got me slippin', no case Yeah, bitch, your toe, grab the head Eat it up, no shame Creole, fat ass Put a spell on you Type of French girl Let you hit it, yeah, boy They go Compton, Paris, New Orleans Ain't no limit for me Ain't no limit for me There's no limit where this gang go There's no limit where this gang go I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit I make a zing Oh, oh, oh, oh No limit I know you used to do that I see you admire me while you biting your lip Shit kinda sexy Put your trust in me You know it'll be good this time You can't pull yourself off of me