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my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school in the strip club
Make my music for the boyz the O's
The old school pro's in the 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 block cruisin'
Thats for the serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the gates
They do wut they gotta do and 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 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 in the strip club
my music for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Im the shit you say Im not
I keep white keep 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 can't move it then I'ma call yo
I let the bullets my gun spread
Sippin' hard u down on the corn bread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pond shop niggaz, keep a handguns
Chopper in the trunk and they 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

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