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

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

Ain't dat shit Sunday tank and shit
Top down air forces tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy thankin' it
I got a trophy at the ball banquet

bank 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
Before the people start out

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and I'll an artist
like the Beegee's
Please be we don't care, do you like us?

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

1993 creation for of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, by teachers
only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at right under the bleachers

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

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

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

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

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

Swervin', excursion limited fo
Fo' amps know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's emmitt did
been po' before know what a limit is

New engine new ain't them D's spinnin'
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 them like clothes
Hit 'em switches then I pass them on
We all dats how the game should go
We all know most of us the same hoes

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

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

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 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 said no

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

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

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

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo
First flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, me bug okay?

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
I just 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 minute wit dat 4-4
And I get back everybody 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
East side on time let me ya, uh oh
West on time let me here ya, uh oh

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