Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Catch me on yo' brochure with balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they They skin is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my wife, stomach ripped up
liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rock Bo Gary watches, just chill, down in the shark bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, D My on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in like Mr. Cee You find me fucked up like the mice in cheese
Life's a B, Bentley and big Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit Karate, black belt and I booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the Thankful, up currency and move when it rain, pour From every that we bless, we hit up, automatic love The Cuban niggaz is the realest
Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, We put it down, Columbian style, three killas on money, dummies will die It ain't funny, to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in And my shit up, and I'ma just lose Paid a lot of to live here American gangster status, Big Brother, get in ya ear
You know what time it is, it is, no matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock shits Based on a general's fist of Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy
Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on sides Nobody riding shotgun but the Nigga, if you try, I'll give ya something to regret Throw that mothafucking to ya neck
Throw the other black to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, less Pay respect, I'm a of Homicide Housing In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Housing
for drug dealing, stack thousands Four hundred grand in the couches, two grand on the houses At any time I move up out this And go and cop some shit up in the
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher produce Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a booth I grind daily, patriotic Tom Brady I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Call me Diesel 'cuz I'm a track bomber Roger that, my ain't got it cracked All we do is dollar stack, get twisted bottle caps
While you on the block getting indicted, we island Globe trotting through the friendly flying United There's a party over here and invited The headliners is Theodore and excited
that, 'bout time we took it back to the block The task coming, I got crack in my sock White Rock on the plate, get cash, shit is hot Smash whips on the Interstate, we on the cops
It's dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh Crime figure, spitter, his gun spit too 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude And ain't many mothafuckas fit up in Rick's shoes
Man, listen, ice glisten, they the life we living That's a given, like football players white women linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em,
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it back Never, son, that, you the master of the rap attack So knick knack patty wack, is how we do it black Slap you with the almanac where actual facts is as facts
We on our grown man shit Quincy Jones Traveling across the world we smoking the bone We all grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face a New Jack tool Right at you, yeah me and my dude Toney We'll fuck with fake contracts and that's phony
Trying to get this money, homey And lay back in the Riverside, chill, relax the dome piece Link up with a fly dime, brick and a piece Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got