Uh, oh, buck south, yo
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty boys do and stomp
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I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' 'dro Don't have to when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon' trick or you get yo' dough
I know I got these haters, mad I can that When you got love for the streets, they give ya love Look in my eyes, you can tell I never scared them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere
If you represent your hood, what you waitin' on? Security back up when they play this song And we 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong My click of guerrilla's they got they on
All of that mean muggin' really don't nothin' n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what now? Don't get down Stop all this hatin' or this gon' get s-s-shut down
Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get ass stomp how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass Do it like them dirty south boys, do and
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G-G-G-Unit, straight outta Compton Lace up my and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the in 'Cause Luda and Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm to get into somethin' Step on banks, one more time then I'ma start bustin' Rows gold in my grill, I got a mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, south
I tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the tatted on my neck The one I'm autographin' on the chest Put your in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest And on behalf of 50 Cent, is G-Unit West Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em We ain't wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south do and stomp
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Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this similar to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, verses gotta process The truth in booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin' If I say it either 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, sayin' my name maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same
Ask me say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck 'Cause hustler's relate to me and are younger than Buck You see I'm to my music but we got a prenupt So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed my contracts practice I'm masterin' this program these undergraduates So, pimpin' be easy, catchin' feelings 'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your ain't legit So, stay off the T I P of my dick
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