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

Old school nine can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta
Flat screen smoking stank and shit

Ain't dat Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white and shit
Ain't soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball

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

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an
Longevity like the
Please be aware we care, do you like us?

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
I just 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 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

1993 for steps of born leezys
rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the
Do the grown up at school under the bleachers

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

See you hate us like to risk son of a bitch
I really jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' y'all 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 Murphy Lee can I park my

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

Swervin', excursion fo 12's
Fo' amps know what my limit is
I've packin' 22's like emmitt 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 winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo'
Drom cuttys on 4's

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

Like Carla the preachers daughter wit the barber
Over there on the other side of encarta
For starters I know both y'all
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 everybody 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 in a minute wit dat chrome 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

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

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

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

It got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, thug, call me bug okay?

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 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 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

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

What, why man yo breath smell 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 layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma anthrax and she still mobbin'