MT, Benzino, Daz Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hey, I'm back a hit at this dumpster Plus your speakers dump that shit to blow out your twist Pull out your heaters if cold, warm it up, get it up My niggas and my bitches get hands, get 'em up
I gets ride, get it raw like never before Hard core explore, to knock down your door It seems you can't no more, so stick 'em up Now it up to get your nigga's buck, what the fuck?
I struck a match, I tip my hat to the I get them niggas, the laws of death, I got the rep Motherfucker, my is Daz, I'll whoop ass Everyday, all day, I count big ass
It's just I on comin' with it, I know you're scared with it It's Diggy Daz and back on a fuckin' mission Oh no, nigga I'm back with dose And if you niggas don't know, I rock coast to
I hit you that click-clack, in that pick-pack Niggas wanna do that and they that I did that The D A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin' to a priest Now my niggas, you who run the streets
Every time I come around to your or the spot, we got it hot All my niggas and bitches, why you yell it out? (Daz) And if you see me to coast Don't act like you a ghost Just it out
Benzino, temperature is I want you me, touchin' on my body Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide feeling Extra hot and I'm for you
I'm livin' and shit, you see it's evident I canary wearin' it, I'm not even not hearin' Ya her at the Meridian
experience, hit that I'm it, macked out, I'm swervin' it Crapped out your nervousness I be deservin' cats
I'm not concerned with Who do I heard of ya act out? I ya, blast out I'm burnin' ya Niggas that appalin' And I be importin' them
Fly ass Zino, put you up in first class She bring a coat for D A Z at the crib L-T doggy-style, part three
Every time I come to your club or the spot, we got it hot All my niggas and bitches, why don't you it out? (Daz) And if you see me to coast Don't act like you seen a Just it out
Benzino, temperature is I want you me, touchin' on my body Boy, you got me and I can't hide this feeling Extra hot and I'm for you
Click-clack, I'm 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em This track, I'm crushin' 'em, door, I'm rushin' it Flip rhymes, complete it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it
Grit nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he it off, I'm pealin' it, drop-top, be wheelin' And be sayin' that "Benzino is the realest thing"
Now here we go again, let's get dough again, fuck it I fly to Logan and rip up the show again Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama never it
already knowin' that Jacob, he keeps me glowin' And East we keep it hustlin', South they keep it And West they keep it comin' and they keep on gunnin' it
Every time I come to your club or the spot, we got it hot All my niggas and bitches, why you yell it out? (Daz) And if you see me to coast Don't act like you a ghost scream it out
Benzino, temperature is I want you inside me, on my body Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide feeling hot and I'm waitin' for you
Every time I come around to your or the spot We got it hot, all my and bitches, why don't you yell it out?