Clap your hands to the (To the beat) Oh just clap your to the beat (To the beat) Come on, clap your hands to the (To the beat) I say, clap your hands to the (To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you stop
We in this lakes state Eatin 'n' shrimp It's kinda to miss the crew Because we all got (Got limps)
We come equipped with new and Stetsons The super saggy rags and the trash connection No flexin', huh, know I mean? You can us cool, we don't need to be seen (Seen)
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be That free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin' Got them all state, all county, all hood (Rhymes)
It's all good times, the Lord For dumb fuckin' people and credit fraud We tearin' up your lawn, we got of Lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole stinkin'
Don't blink and don't think soft Hide your money and your And don't your thoughts Uhh We get mad props, wreck all Puttin' on crews get confused and lose, that's what we do
Styles from pioneers Leavin' in awe You get for lookin' queer Can you hear me or am I talkin' to the (Wee) That's top dog callin' out each and every one of
You get balls, you come and talk that But top dogs camp ain't nothin' to with And don't say we warn ya I got this Detroit thang more love that California Drunk DJ smokin' dips me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip rhymes like a bullet in the breeze And I float tracks like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I by me (Wee) And I'm a mean when I have to be
Thank young Gs' sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically in case somebody feels bold I told you ho's you fuck with these 'Cause I make more papers trees (Trees)
{See we believe in brotherhood forever is You fuckin' top dog fuckin' with family (Family)}
No I feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should clear You see me in my I'm in the clubs Who you gonna check bitch, what the you thinkin'?
You can check me, but shit don't slide You can get your life, took tryin' to take my You ride with who, man that ain't big I roll with dogs that'll your wig And got gigs all money, to Portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what sportin' Your nothin' of importance, I sweat you Yeah the on me, but the jokes on you (You)
I'm all about the nothin' at all See I'm not doin' very much, I'm havin' a ball I'm in bed by (Four) I'm up by (Noon)
I might sit around, I might write me a I might go fishin' and I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some The watch on my wrist, don't even exist A lot of pissed people from that I've missed
I dissed and their Mom for spite everybody's barkin', but nobody ever bites Your talkin' loud, nothin' Get you Dad, get your Go and get your boy 'cause he's as big as a Now take your pussy ass and get the fuck out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got domains states I live in plush hotels with hourly rates I do big eight times a day The crew be livin' large at the bay
Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to Ain't about to ass out on a no gamble Could handle anythin', but I down for broke So before slides Somebody's getting
I'm a no freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love everyday that passes Ain't a masochistic, statistic Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic And get this, people say I changed
I'm the same motherfucker with the same old A little game and extra cash, see You could fuck me, but don't put it me You wanna bash me and got no I can lay up in the Caymans for straight seasons (Wee)
I a punk, I refuse to be I for what is, not what used to be all up in the past, that's ash Hear I say "I'm all about today and I'm die that way"