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

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

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

This bank I get we all that
To the back we all that to the
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 I'll an artist
like the Beegee's
Please be aware we don't care, do you us?

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

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

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

See you us like to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't 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 they run out of crown
Royal, jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I my car?

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

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

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

Like the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
there on the other 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 everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the 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
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said no

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

Beta not continue I can 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, trick knocker, free

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

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 know 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
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 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 tight and I think he just said no

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

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