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Intro: Young
Gunnaz, you that mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella records you

[Verse 1: Young
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to
Could do the wagons or the new six fizzives
Said is seen high
I go beam mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be
So these be plottin
It often
They can't a Youngin flossin
you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin
I up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can a step
These niggaz is back
I get the em, drop my hand and they foldin
stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you is something stolen
Black Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

[Chorus 2x: Young
You hear that mothafuckin knock (uhn)
J.L.'s ready to pop (uhn)
Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Young
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta
Gang steady callin, I'mma 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin her
A of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya homies on my is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to these
I know how we do em, that's why I'm to my riches
Nice day out, comin through, the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as skate out
Fit the collar big shit just lettin out
Guaranteed to lay a nigga out
Try it

[Verse 3: Young
Love how I do it I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it
P.T. 1-4-5 give me necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas they respect it
Ladies love it, the ready as they except it
And you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh

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Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
That high point'll trash you, you get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop outta that's dark tinted
the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no
Just a bunch of them ones
Talking shit I owe em
that 6-4 blow em

You hear that mothafuckin nigga