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

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

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

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

If you please we regardless
Shine the hardest and sign an artist
Longevity like the
Please be aware we care, do you like 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 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 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 born
Wrote rhymes in class, by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the
Do the grown up at school right the bleachers

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

See you hate us like to risk son of a bitch
I really disc at home 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 out of town
Naw fuck hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I my car?

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 him was the tics tight and I think 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 everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tight and I think he just said no

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

New engine new paint ain't D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love
Spinnin', grindin' since the no mo' limits
tops cuttys 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 love the same

Like Carla the preachers daughter wit the barber
Over there on the other 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 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 tight and I he just said

No, no, I know 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

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

not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit
know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free

My G's getting depp P. Diddy
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 got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
class flight to Nellyville
So how it doin' sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' 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 just 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 back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just 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 time let me ya, uh oh

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