I brush of shoulders and I hold alot of babies What's up, this is us politicin the ladies And gentleman, gentle you brush past us I'm in the cutler and it attracts mad dust And smudges, appreciated if you don't it And my know niggas who be thuggin on a budget Like how you gone be hood when your job is Yo Check, I'm on and if that ain't rhymin' I'm a half to give kids a whole other assignment the flavor we kick, know it all like we majored in this But I finish school. In the interview, I tell the interviewer the truth like where I'm from In the they would call me, 'the skinny one' But been calling shots out, 'fore I turn 21 21, Blackjack, blacktop, 21, Shame that these don't pay me
People always know, where do I be at? I'm is? Yo, I'm on the porch, chillin at the If you gotta question about dope it is? Let a nigga know Tell me how you People Phil put Jordan on the map Matter fact, them words gone where I'm at And with that, everybody on the where you at? let yo' head bang like there's hammers in your hat
You my man, 50 ain't all But listen up, switch hands, and go left the ball Them crybabys got mad when left with the ball Cause' I be off the dribble, all net with the ball It don't grow on but I be pickin' it off Pull the peel, after that, a flick and a toss In a? or out the car pumping up the values Shorty in the grand dan, said, 'Chuck, what is y'all ' go, bout' to hit the store Either that or sell a [? ] rollin up another Garcia. Pull it on Chuck, if you don't, I'll see ya. You ain't heard? Me and the bee's knees around here. Zzz the buzz, hornets, wasp, beetles, I'll be it And see it a fly's eyes, blinkin' five times in a row And I'm out, here we go, here me out, Chuck is dope, tell the pope, yo what else you wanna
People always know, where do I be at? I'm is? Yo, I'm on the porch, at the crib If you gotta about dope shit it is? Let a nigga know Tell me how you People think Phil put on the map Matter fact, them words ain't where I'm at And with that, everybody on the where you at? Just let yo' head bang there's hammers in your hat