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Yo, yo, see here
How many can make y'all bounce
You know wha I'm
Left to right, to left, it's So So Def
An' yo, let it go

Rule number one, my niggas gotta the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they
Number three, down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

One for my niggas, ain't none for
drinks for my niggas stayin' crunk, throwin' bows
It's ya boy' Manish Man in this
Niggas love to hate, hoes jock 'cause I'm rich

Keep my on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped rocks, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras in my black fo'-fo'
On the east-side, nigga, tryin' to get me paper
Lythonia, Mountain, all over Decatur

These be lovin' the player, chasin', callin' me 'Baby'
But fuck that, I rather trot, hoes are too damn shady
Look, I don't a bitch, I'm ridin' down for me
An' fuck a of niggas, see, I'm a soldier G

An' ain't another who got more got game than me
You need to check yo' because it's lame to me
Since '91 payin' the cost to be the boss
Got no time to floss the game's throwed off

number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on knees
three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my niggas chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on knees
Number three, don't forget to put ya strap on ya
Nigga, who ride, who ride? South side, South

If anybody know 'bout chasin', it's me
J to the, E N D
Steady niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin' shit ain't even came out

In the club, VIP is where you me at
Private planes, ice chains, I don't how to act
city got me somethin' pretty, keep 'em on they back
If I ain't a hot boy then do you call that

If it's my shit off the top, you can
Cranberry, pineapple, four of Bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from
in packs, screamin' out, ATL

See, I'm the of nigga that was built for cash
Drive me an' droppin', puttin' a smash
Knowin' nothin' in but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit in, pull me a bitch

Rule number one, my niggas chase the cheese
Number two, these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas to hate, so get your cap on, cap on

Number one, my gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
Number three, don't forget to put the on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, side

these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down niggas, chop twenty-inches
these snitches an' fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big Chevy, doors

Niggas best believe represent
niggas gettin' dead presidents
Where the niggas went? I'mma let you know
Lay back with the an' they ain't found no mo'

These niggas trippin', all that hollarin', screamin'
I know yo' momma saw dick, she should've that semen
Now I'm through your block, red hot like a demon
Cock it back, all you see is the from my demon

And it no ping ping nigga, black eye, black eye
No respect for the game, you better out, watch out
Got this on lock an' now you locked out, locked out
All that hate on a gon' get you knocked out, knocked out

Rule number one, my gotta chase the cheese
Number two, these motherfuckin' hoes on they knees
three, come down with your strap-on, strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get cap on, cap on

one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these motherfuckin' hoes on they
three, don't forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga, who ride, who ride? East side, side