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

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

dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white and shit
Ain't nothing on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa 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 succeed
Shine the hardest and I'll an artist
Longevity like the
Please be aware we don't care, do you us?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a 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

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

A wild little bity doin' rules
To this day they be lunatic rules
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 jockeys at jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the and halfway rich

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

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 tight and I think he just

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

Swervin', excursion fo 12's
Fo' don't know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's like did
been po' before know what a limit is

New new paint ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops on 4's

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

Like the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the side of college encarta
For I know both y'all smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she

No, no, I know ain't 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 tics 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 everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

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

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

My G's depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B round looking for my
Heel I'd 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, part thug, call me bug

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

Uh oh, north one time let me here ya, uh oh
side 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, that's why man yo breath smell shit
If yo momma smelled like that nigga
She libel to some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's look the way yo's do
It look a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she mobbin'