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

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

Ain't dat shit Sunday tank and shit
Top down air white tank and shit
Ain't nothing on boy stop 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 blue new cap
that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people walkin out

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

No, no, I know ain't 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 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
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the
Do the grown up at school right the bleachers

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

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

I'm gon' run out of town
Naw fuck y'all us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack 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 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 just

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 tight and I think he said no

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

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

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

Like Carla the daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the side of college encarta
For starters I both y'all smash
I get no ass so I had to ask, she 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, 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
I just asked him was the tics 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 that's him he come to make his
him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he flood 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 P. Diddy
I'm feelin' B round looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is
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 sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

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

Uh oh, side 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
side on time let me here ya, uh oh

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