Clap your hands to the (To the beat) Oh just clap your to the beat (To the beat) on, clap your hands to the beat (To the beat) I say, clap your to the beat (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 great state Eatin 'n' shrimp It's kinda hard to the crew Because we all got (Got limps)
We come equipped with new kicks and The super saggy rags and the trash connection No flexin', huh, know what I You can us cool, we don't need to be seen (Seen)
It's all about the green, not the we be takin' That shits free with an LP in And we be wastin' Got all state, all county, all hood rhymes (Rhymes)
It's all good times, thank the For dumb people and credit card fraud We tearin' up your lawn, we got of Lincolns Step into your and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and think we're soft your money and your gold And don't express your Uhh We get mad props, all shops Puttin' stops on They get confused and lose, that's we do
Styles stem from suckers 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 come and that shit But top dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck And don't say we didn't ya I got this thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin' Cognac Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid 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' with and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels I told you ho's you can't with these 'Cause I make more then trees (Trees)
{See we in brotherhood forever is criteria You with top dog Your with 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, what the fuck you
You can check me, but that shit slide You can get your life, took tryin' to take my You with who, man that shit ain't big I roll dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money, to Portland Cellular and beepers is what were sportin' nothin' of importance, I don't 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 sit around, I might write me a tune I might go fishin' and 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 people from appointments that I've missed
I everybody and their Mom for spite everybody's barkin', but nobody ever bites Your talkin' loud, sayin' Get you Dad, get your Go and get your boy 'cause as big as a house Now take pussy ass clickin' and get the fuck out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got domains like 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 with the world and now I'm lookin' to Ain't about to ass out on a no good Could handle anythin', but I down for broke So before slides getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin rashes I lose a love with everyday that passes a masochistic, rock statistic Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic And get this, some 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 live for what is, not what to be all up in the past, that's ash Hear I say "I'm all about and I'm gonna die that way"