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

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

Ain't dat Sunday bull tank and shit
Top air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy thankin' 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 new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you bout
Before the start walkin out

If you please we succeed
the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the
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 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 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

1993 creation for steps of born
Wrote rhymes in class, by teachers
Church on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right under the

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

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

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

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

Swervin', limited fo 12's
Fo' amps know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's emmitt did
I've po' before know what a limit is

New engine new paint them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom cuttys on 4's

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

Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the
Over there on the other side of college
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 I get back 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 gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin'
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 Mill aww he done it wit rounds
Don't know what to me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, knocker, free city

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

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo
class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel sit ups on the virgin rug
criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call 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 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 back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back gone 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
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 like
If yo breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to some motherfucker
Man if yo eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma anthrax and she still mobbin'