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Make my music for the boyz 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

time I do it, u know just who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the club
And fa my top cats thats block
Thats for the coops the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't dis
I'm my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the buildings behind the locked gates
do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate

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

Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old school in the strip club
Make my music for the with the O's
The old school pro's in the 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 can't it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the from my gun spread
Sippin' hard while u down on the bread

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

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

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

Im the king of the trill, got the in a head lock
A head busta piece so heads up I keep the cocked
Sellin' mo yayo than u could in a bread box
And im'a keep on even 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 work keepin it cocked
It stop

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

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

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

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