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

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

Ain't dat shit Sunday tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and
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 that to the
Red or blue new cap
Pause that bull you talking bout
Before the start walkin out

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and sign an artist
Longevity the Beegee's
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 gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the 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
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just no

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

A wild little bity lunatic rules
To this day be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too much

See you hate us like to take son of a bitch
I disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that
School boy 5'9 the hairlines and halfway rich

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

No, no, I know 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
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 when I get back 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 don't know what my is
I've been packin' 22's like did
I've been po' know what a limit is

New engine new paint them D's spinnin'
rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the no mo' limits
tops cuttys on 4's

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

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

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 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 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

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in
Check the weather say temperature goin' 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
Frank Mill aww he flood it wit rounds
Don't know to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, city

My G's depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' B round looking 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
First flight to Nellyville
So how it feel sit ups on the virgin 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 minute wit dat 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 when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said no

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

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