Uh, oh, young south, yo
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get ass stomp how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys do and
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I'm Cadillac n through the sittin' on 24's T.V's rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get hoes It's all on you if you trick or you gon' get yo' dough
I I got these haters, mad I can love that When you got for the streets, they give ya love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, you waitin' on? better back up when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, please make us do you wrong My click of guerrilla's they got they on
All of that muggin' really don't mean nothin' C'mon n' it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what Don't get B-B-Buck'd down Stop all this hatin' or club gon' get s-s-shut down
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I hear him but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk make 'em stomp We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it them dirty south boys, do and stomp
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G-G-G-Unit, comin' outta Compton Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town Got cash in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause Luda and 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' Rows 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 to fuck Mya 'cause 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 logo on my neck The same one I'm autographin' on the Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House And on behalf of 50 Cent, is G-Unit West Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
I hear him talkin' but he to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp 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, some verses gotta The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt I'm rappin' If I say it I've either done it or it's to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on people dumb out If a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my 'Cause maintainin' my fish an' they house cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure luck hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a So, if that bitch 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 catchin' 'Cause you worth a couple grand and I'm worth millions Nobodys thinkin' about you 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 club crunk, I'ma 'em stomp We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
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