Clap your to the beat (To the beat) Oh clap your hands to the beat (To the beat) Come on, clap hands to the beat (To the beat) I say, clap your hands to the (To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you stop Uh huh 'n' you stop Uh huh 'n' you stop Uh huh 'n' you don't
We in this great lakes steaks 'n' shrimp It's hard to miss the crew we all got limps (Got limps)
We equipped with new kicks and Stetsons The super saggy and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, know what I You can feel us cool, we don't to be seen (Seen)
It's all the green, not the drugs we be takin' That shits free with an LP in And we be wastin' Got all state, all county, all hood rhymes (Rhymes)
all good times, thank the Lord For dumb fuckin' and credit card fraud We up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns Step into your and have your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and don't we're soft Hide money and your gold And don't express thoughts Uhh We get mad props, wreck all Puttin' stops on They get confused and lose, that's we do
Styles from pioneers Leavin' in awe You get jawed for lookin' Can you me or am I talkin' to the wall? (Wee) That's top dog callin' out each and every one of
You get balls, you come and talk shit But top dogs ain't nothin' to fuck with And say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more that California Drunk DJ Cognac dips Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the
I rip through rhymes like a in the breeze And I float through like a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I by me (Wee) And I'm a motherfucker when I have to be
Thank young Gs' with sleeves and thieves on Strategically placed in somebody feels bold I told you you can't fuck with these 'Cause I make more then trees (Trees)
{See we believe in forever is criteria You with top dog fuckin' with family (Family)}
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all 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 that shit slide You can get your life, tryin' to take my pride You ride with who, man that shit big I roll with dogs that'll rock wig And got gigs all money, Detroit to Cellular receivers and beepers is what were Your nothin' of importance, I don't you Yeah the drinks on me, but the on you (You)
I'm all about the 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 might sit around, I might write me a I might go and again I might not I might get me a fourty or pour me some The watch on my wrist, that don't even A lot of pissed people appointments that I've missed
I dissed and their Mom for spite 'Cause everybody's barkin', but nobody ever Your loud, sayin' nothin' Get you Dad, get your Go and get your boy he's as big as a house Now take your ass clickin' and get the fuck out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got like states I live in plush with them hourly rates I do big plates eight a day The be livin' large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no good Could anythin', but I ain't down for broke So before somebody Somebody's choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak like rashes I lose a little with everyday that passes Ain't a masochistic, statistic Vocabulary, I'm a very shy And get this, some people say I
I'm the same motherfucker with the same old A little extra and extra cash, see You fuck me, but don't put it past me You wanna me and got no reason I can lay up in the for four straight seasons (Wee)
I ain't a punk, I 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 and I'm gonna die that way"