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Make my music for the with 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

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

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

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

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

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

Put it in my hands, I can it go
If I can't move it then I'ma Tony yo
I let the from my gun spread
Sippin' hard u down on the corn bread

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

my music 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 gangsta check my pedagree
Movin thru yo city like a muthafuckin
Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin

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

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

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 ones one the block, ten hoe holders
Fo' the ones that'll knock ya off ya shoulders

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

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

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