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

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

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

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

If you please we succeed
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 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
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 asked him was the tics tight and I he just said no

creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote in class, bored by teachers
only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school under the bleachers

A wild little doin' lunatic rules
To day they be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes done it, don't even 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 home jockin' my
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway

I'm run niggas out of town
Naw y'all hate 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 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 tics tight and I think he said

No, no, I know y'all 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 he just said no

Swervin', limited fo 12's
Fo' amps 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 ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I winnin', love women
Spinnin', since the beggin' 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 the same hoes

Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of college
For starters I know both smash
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
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just

No, no, I know y'all 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 and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in
the paper weather say temperature goin' down
Yep that's him he to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten 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, trick knocker, free

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

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo
First class 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 wit dat chrome 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, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just no

Uh oh, north side one let me here ya, uh oh
South side one 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 that
She libel to some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she mobbin'