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Intro: Young
Gunnaz, you hear mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

[Verse 1: Young
it's a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to
Could do the wagons or the new six forty
is they seen high
I go beam mine
Need the for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be
So niggaz be plottin
It often
They stand a Youngin flossin
you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, make my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can a step
These niggaz is yellin
I get the roll em, drop my hand and they
Bank , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so while you Youngins is something stolen
Black berry Nextel, phone, Motorollin
Why you the chickens be rollin
We got 'em

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

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

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

[Young
better run, just got me another 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
Round the way all day just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no
Just a bunch of cold ones
Talking shit I owe em
that 6-4 blow em

You that mothafuckin knock nigga