It all at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby It's not clear if the caused it, it is clear he wielded A and told to get out of his car
Yeah, yeah, it From alligator belts to patty melts, I be that nigga So how do you figga that Atlant be pullin' dem triggas The Southern pimp is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin' that
See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who Niggaz ain't takin' shit no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu be startin' now? I'm pissin' up on Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul
Too for comfort, too close to home Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why you get yo' own As as I got this legally People see we can be on top of things without causin'
nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around But keep on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause it's a day tomorrow all I can say, can't tell the future Tomorrow's another day but today, they might shoot you
For ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out your seat Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed Ask me if that material is worth yo' life I don't know yours but if so you smokin' pipes right
Deep in the dungeon for these many the Dungeon Dragon as we pass, around dem blunts Had to cut it out like shears, but for I used to burn 'em Gettin' deep in my just to get shit off my sternum
Chess, I never played but made a moves I still blame it on session 'cause I can't the due I guess, I that gettin' a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my pockets But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke
I'm travelin' up to Jersey with keys off in my trunk And thinkin' of the ways to get that motherfucker krunk See, yes, I be that nigga that with that off in my chest Smokin' and tokin' them token that wanted to test
See strong niggaz and the weak niggaz, they die I never fuck no bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty Be activatin' that Lo-Jack the Fleetwood has been stolen Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause like this
I got these thoughts, to the ones in call of the wild Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a hundred The is fucked up, how these niggaz be drivin' drunk Vehicular with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the is not belong, I use that strong arm robbery spree, look at me, W M B Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha these verses
around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses I got a word of wisdom for who must resist You'll be needin' a physical therapist you can't fuck with this
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' about some I was around the corner from Pleasant thinkin' about the V-12 But maybe not for long because I just done seen the I'm my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a Now I ain't got no problem, I'm breakin' the steerin' column I spot him in the of the Marta parkin' lot
I'm a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre stop But do I stop, naw, I it's a come up But now I'm goin' down the folks wanna run up, damn
These days, the best way to deal with a car Is to simply give them they want