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

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

Ain't dat shit bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white 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 that bull shit you talking
Before the people walkin out

If you we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and sign an artist
like the Beegee's
Please be aware we care, do you like us?

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

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

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

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

See you hate us to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my
I'm gon' pretend 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 us I'm gon chill '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 know 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 tics tight and I he just said

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 just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said no

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

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

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

Like Carla the preachers daughter wit the barber
Over there on the other side of college
For starters I both y'all smash
I get no ass so I had to ask, she 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 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 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' frost bit oh is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature down
Yep that's him he come to make his
him how it feel ten mill skin found

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

My G's getting depp P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B round for my whitney
Heel I'd take a if the stash is right
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 doin' sit ups on the virgin rug
criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

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 asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

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

Uh oh, north side one time let me ya, uh oh
South side one 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 smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that
She libel to kill some
Man if yo momma's look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin' on her
Nigga yo momma anthrax and she still mobbin'