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Yo, all the fans we y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck

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

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

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

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

No, no, I y'all 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 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 wit dat chrome 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I he just said no

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

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

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

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

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
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 in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I he just said no

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

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

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

Like Carla the preachers daughter 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 know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 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 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 tight and I think he just said no

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

not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, city

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

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

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 tight and I he just said

No, no, I y'all 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
I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

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

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