(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them beats like you used to (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now movin (oh) them beats like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - done lost his mind (mind) I I'm about to cross the line (line) And find me that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh) You hold me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take your corners And I took your freak, you want her back (Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a south nigga from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent this here beat (uh huh) And y'all don't really fuck with me I don't care what say, y'all stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the panicin (oh) Timbaland and my dirty (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You hold me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You hold me back Cause I'm full of
(Oh) You hold me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm of shenanigans
2 - Magoo] Hold me back, rap sell more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my back Don't resist I will put heat on the Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, shake 'em I can't hold on these dreams they won't 'em Fuck face, the street is a car Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the I erase my fear and don't go to the bar and take your beer, bitch Nigga, I must make shit Fuck around with Oo, bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight your slain On right just to bite, I'm sever a vein And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sucker in fear of the day that I'm focused as he appear, it's clear I own this Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive North or northfolk, jokes is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I a note of what sells Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it of them think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair with all things The dirty is a territory y'all can't We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the Little old country white boy, get to ether Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans