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Dis dat def shit

Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club
Make my music for the with the O's
The old school in the strip club

Every time I do it, u just who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip
And fa my top thats block cruisin'
Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block

And any club, any party rock dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, wit it
And fo' the projects behind the locked gates
They do wut they do and hustle at a top rate

Movin dem o's makin' dey
We til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggaz and know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u just how I do it

Make my music for the with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip
Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Im the you can't say Im not
I keep white keep like a crayon box
Aay, and got a whipped game and I can't lie
I could cook coke on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can it go
If I move it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the bullets from my gun
Sippin' hard while u down on the bread

First I the mix
Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8
Yup, in my white tee so u know I keep it
And I keep like a traffic light

Make my music for the with the O's
The old school in the strip club

Yo pimpin', u who it be its B.U.N to the little b
One and one percent gangsta check my pedagree
thru yo city like a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me nigga like I care

Im the king of the trill, got the in a head lock
A head busta piece so up I keep the lead cocked
Sellin' mo than u could stuff in a bread box
And im'a keep on pushin when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I stand up fo the
Im holdin down the underground just a nigga should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap holdin keepin it cocked
It stop

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, j's
The bitches in the club ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe holders
Fo' the ones knock ya head off ya shoulders

Thats gangsta I doin fo the
And the bitches in the hood on erry of drug
Shipped across the border from purp to the
I hustle like fa three ten and molderz

Pond shop niggaz, keep a handguns
Chopper in the and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test u wanna son
My is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old pro's in the strip club