Clap your to the beat (To the beat) Oh just clap your hands to the (To the beat) Come on, clap hands to the beat (To the beat) I say, clap hands to the beat (To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you stop Uh huh 'n' you stop
We in this great state Eatin 'n' shrimp It's hard to miss the crew Because we all got (Got limps)
We come with new kicks and Stetsons The super saggy and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, know I mean? You can us cool, we don't need to be seen (Seen)
all about the green, not the drugs we be takin' That shits free with an LP in And we be time Got them all state, all county, all rhymes (Rhymes)
It's all good times, the Lord For dumb fuckin' and credit card fraud We tearin' up lawn, we got herds of Lincolns Step into crib and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and don't we're soft Hide your money and your And express your thoughts Uhh We get mad props, wreck all Puttin' on crews They get and lose, that's what we do
Styles stem pioneers Leavin' in awe You get jawed for queer Can you me or am I talkin' to the wall? (Wee) That's top dog callin' out and every one of y'all
You get balls, you and talk that shit But top dogs camp ain't nothin' to with And don't say we didn't ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that Drunk DJ smokin' dips me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through like a bullet in the breeze And I float through tracks a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I by me (Wee) And I'm a mean motherfucker I have to be
Thank young Gs' with sleeves and thieves on Strategically placed in case feels bold I you ho's you can't fuck with these 'Cause I make more then trees (Trees)
{See we believe in forever is criteria You fuckin' top dog Your fuckin' family (Family)}
No I ain't ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand You see me in my I'm in the clubs Who you gonna check bitch, the fuck you thinkin'?
You can check me, but that don't slide You can get your life, tryin' to take my pride You ride with who, man that ain't big I roll with dogs rock your wig And got gigs all money, to Portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what were nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the on me, but the jokes on you (You)
I'm all the everyday nothin' at all See I'm not very much, I'm just havin' a ball I'm in bed by (Four) I'm up by (Noon)
I sit around, I might write me a tune I go fishin' and again I might not I might get me a fourty or me some Scotch The on my wrist, that don't even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've
I everybody and their Mom for spite 'Cause everybody's barkin', but ever bites talkin' loud, sayin' nothin' Get you Dad, get cousin Go and get your boy 'cause as big as a house Now take your pussy ass clickin' and get the out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got domains states I live in plush hotels with hourly rates I do big plates eight a day The crew be large at the seafood bay
Got a way the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no gamble Could handle anythin', but I ain't down for So before somebody Somebody's getting
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like I lose a little love with that passes Ain't a masochistic, rock Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic And get this, people say I changed
I'm the same motherfucker the same old name A little game and extra cash, see You could fuck me, but put it past me You wanna me and got no reason I can lay up in the for four straight seasons (Wee)
I a punk, I refuse to be I for what is, not what used to be Your all up in the past, ash Hear I say "I'm all about and I'm gonna die that way"