Uh, oh, young south, yo
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Watch how I get the crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass Do it like them dirty south do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? break him off Where you Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now, where you Who the boss? I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
I'm Cadillac n the hood sittin' on 24's T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo'
I I got these haters, mad I can love that When you got love for the streets, they give ya love in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my anywhere
If you gon' represent hood, what you waitin' on? better back up when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, don't make us do you wrong My click of guerrilla's they got G-Unit's on
All of that mean really don't mean nothin' n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what now? get B-B-Buck'd down Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get down
Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
I him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma 'em stomp We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do and
Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? break him off Now, where you from? Who the boss? break him off you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Lace up my and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the in 'Cause and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more then I'ma start bustin' gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth And a bitch with a fat ass the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the in my fuckin' chain Don't be mad 'cause bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my The same one I'm autographin' on the Put bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest And on of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
I him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma 'em stomp We playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? break him off Where you Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now, where you Who the boss? I'ma break him off you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this similar to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt I'm rappin' If I say it I've done it or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's dumb out If life's a crap game, I'm 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my 'Cause maintainin' my tank an' they house cost the same
Ask me I'll say I it an' it sure wasn't luck 'Cause hustler's to me and some are younger than Buck You see I'm to my music but we got a prenupt So, if that don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed my contracts practice I'm masterin' this program hazin' undergraduates So, pimpin' be easy, quit feelings 'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm millions Nobodys about you plus your beef ain't legit So, please off the T I P of my dick
I hear him but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off Now, where you from? Who the boss? break him off Where you from? Who the boss? break him off