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Yo, all the fans we love
We gon' make one fo' the haters fuck that

Old school nine can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood wheel on
With a flyin' bitch old gangsta shit
screen DVD's smoking stank and shit

Ain't dat shit bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop it
I got a trophy at the ball banquet

This I get style we all that
To the we all that to the back
Red or blue new cap
Pause bull shit you talking bout
Before the start walkin out

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and I'll an artist
Longevity the Beegee's
Please be aware we don't care, do you us?

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just no

1993 creation for steps of born
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by
Church only on easter, the preacher
Do the up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little doin' lunatic rules
To this day be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that it, don't even stunt it
You cats in the back doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to take risk son of a
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of
Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the
Ay yo I'm Lee can I park my car?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get everybody gone hit the flo flo
I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Swervin', excursion fo 12's
Fo' amps don't know my limit is
I've been packin' like emmitt did
been po' before know what a limit is

New engine new paint ain't them D's
Love rims, lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom cuttys on 4's

No fo hoes change them like clothes
Hit 'em like switches I pass them on
We all know dats how the game go
We all know most of us the same hoes

Like Carla the preachers daughter wit the barber
Over on the other side of college encarta
For starters I know both y'all
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say goin' down
Yep that's him he come to his rounds
him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not I can show you how
Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, knocker, free city

My G's getting depp P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B round for my whitney
Heel I'd take a if the stash is right
Cocked fo and her pants is tight

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo
First class flight to
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, north side one let me here ya, uh oh
South side one let me here ya, uh oh
East side on let me here ya, uh oh
West side on let me here ya, uh oh

What, why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill motherfucker
Man if yo momma's look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin' on her
Nigga yo snort anthrax and she still mobbin'