We gone do it this From the All the way to the 305 MIA Cocaine capital, Yeah, the N Da Hood
The is bitches The pussy I in my pocket The niggas watchin' know I'll be rockin' my watches
G's knockin' They know I'll be to spot 'em The Boyz N Da distribute the product
My get slizzard I'm and chillin' in Pradas a 9 to 5 We gone just do we gotta
I'm in the Chevy runnin' is proper Don't come to 'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my
We in the streets, in the Who got the weed, got the I got a keys eat, fuck wit me
You want to see me pissed off, yeah until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood Nigga, this is riff
Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', 'em in tone Crack rock cocaine, what we where I'm from You don't believe me, nigga, and see where I'm from
Keep 2 or 3 dug deep in my bum The tryin' to keep the concrete on my palm But I got to do And I got to move, okay
But y'all are for 4 mil You can get for 2 nigga and try to me dude And I'm gone put yo ass in some baby And I don't mean the ones your babies use
I know I talk my niggas a lot But I too me something to nut up about And watch me you
I about 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night time our is swollen, swollen
From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project Keep a plastic tone, want it bring it on We'll creep up in yo home, by yo bitches thongs Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to Kong
We real play makers and this is not Welcome to the gutter, now the shit fest begin no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin' cakes Plus my cakes triple, that fag makes
Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I stumble Granted till my bank statement look like social security Call us cookie monsters, makin' niggas crumble Catch a double digit jersey number if you
I'm gone tote the poll and load Shoot till you that bow Take my time, speak my like I'm [Incomprehensible] Got a slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it
You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us Still keep a kitchen 'Cuz in the of the caine On the way, the crack smell durin' the
Triple beam hand hanksty Got caine stain colored on the finger nail Chrome black dished back up til I Saw him walk a thin line but not a fat red
I'm gone rap for packed heads Gats crack, sells sex and that want to stack mils on the purple stack Runnin' in yo house wondering where the work is at
in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at Phone in Atlanta, ring the where they murked at 6:45 am, life's great, got the bacon I'm pancakes, that's right
I'm from nigga, I'm the man Take him out, him down like a lap dance I playin', I got hella choppers Call my partnas then they got helicopters, right Just like my old job but a different, what
I to work at churches chicken But now I cook my to my own kitchen A kitchen and a glass pocket Try to rob if you get ya ass shot
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen
I woke about 6 in the Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen