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Yo, all the fans we love
We gon' make one fo' the like fuck that

Old school nine can you see the Camilion
in the celing wood with wheel on
With a bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and

Ain't dat shit bull tank and shit
Top down air white tank and shit
Ain't soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a at the playa ball banquet

This I get style we all that
To the back we all that to the
Red or new wall cap
Pause bull shit you talking bout
the people start walkin out

If you please we succeed
Shine the and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the
Please be aware we care, do you like us?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by
Church on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little bity doin' rules
To this day they be like rules
I'm wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to take risk son of a
I really jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't that shit
boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of
Naw fuck y'all us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I my car?

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics and I think he just said no

Swervin', excursion fo 12's
Fo' amps don't what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's like did
been po' before know what a limit is

New engine new paint ain't them D's
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', women
Spinnin', since the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops on 4's

No love fo hoes change them like
Hit 'em switches then I pass them on
We all know how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same

Like Carla the daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of encarta
For starters I both y'all smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in
Check the weather say temperature goin' down
Yep him he come to make his rounds
him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not continue I can you how
Frank aww he done flood it wit rounds
know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free

My G's depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is
Cocked fo legged and her pants is

It got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class to Nellyville
So how it feel sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, side one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one let me here ya, uh oh
side on time let me here ya, uh oh
West side on let me here ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo breath smell shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that
She to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a layin' on her fo'head
yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'