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

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

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

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

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

Im the shit you say Im not
I keep white keep purp like a 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 my gun spread
Sippin' while u down on the corn bread

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 a traffic light

Make my music for the boyz 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
Movin yo city like a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me like I muthafuckin care

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

I represent the trill, I up fo the hood
Im holdin down the underground just like a should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap holdin work 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 block
Fo' the ones that'll ya head off ya shoulders

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

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple
in the trunk and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the u wanna 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 strip