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Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old school in the strip club
my music for the boyz 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 club
And fa my top thats block cruisin'
Thats for the coops serve the on the block music

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

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

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

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

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 corn

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

Make my for the boyz 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 hundred and one percent check my pedagree
Movin thru yo city like a muthafuckin
Hate on me nigga like I care

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

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

I make my music for the ones 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 off ya shoulders

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

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

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