Clap your hands to the (To the beat) Oh just clap hands to the beat (To the beat) on, clap your hands to the beat (To the beat) I say, clap your hands to the (To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you stop Uh huh 'n' you don't
We in great lakes state steaks 'n' shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the we all got limps (Got limps)
We come with new kicks and Stetsons The super saggy rags and the trash connection No flexin', huh, know what I You can us cool, we don't need to be seen (Seen)
It's all about the green, not the we be takin' That shits with an LP in circulation And we be time Got them all state, all county, all rhymes (Rhymes)
It's all times, thank the Lord For fuckin' people and credit card fraud We tearin' up your lawn, we got of Lincolns Step into your crib and your whole house stinkin'
Don't blink and think we're soft Hide money and your gold And don't your thoughts Uhh We get mad props, wreck all stops on crews They get confused and lose, what we do
Styles stem pioneers Leavin' in awe You get jawed for lookin' Can you hear me or am I talkin' to the (Wee) top dog callin' out each and every one of y'all
You get balls, you and talk that shit But top dogs camp nothin' to fuck with And don't say we didn't ya I got this Detroit with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin' dips me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes a bullet in the breeze And I float through tracks like a in the sea A wee bit shy, but I by me (Wee) And I'm a mean when I have to be
Thank young Gs' sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case feels bold I told you ho's you can't fuck these 'Cause I make more papers then (Trees)
{See we in brotherhood forever is criteria You fuckin' top dog Your with family (Family)}
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all I can do to hear Any time you see me you should clear You see me in my I'm in the drinkin' Who you gonna check bitch, the fuck you thinkin'?
You can check me, but that don't slide You can get your life, tryin' to take my pride You ride with who, man that ain't big I roll dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money, Detroit to Cellular and beepers is what were sportin' nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the on me, but the jokes on you (You)
I'm all about the nothin' at all See I'm not doin' very much, I'm havin' a ball I'm in bed by (Four) I'm up by (Noon)
I might sit around, I write me a tune I might go and again I might not I might get me a fourty or me some Scotch The watch on my wrist, that don't exist A lot of pissed people from that I've missed
I everybody and their Mom for spite 'Cause barkin', but nobody ever bites talkin' loud, sayin' nothin' Get you Dad, get cousin Go and get your boy he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass clickin' and get the out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got domains like I live in plush hotels with them hourly I do big plates eight a day The crew be livin' large at the bay
Got a way with the world and now I'm to scramble Ain't to ass out on a no good gamble Could handle anythin', but I ain't for broke So before slides Somebody's getting
I'm a no freak, tweak skin like rashes I lose a little love everyday that passes a masochistic, rock statistic Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic And get this, people say I changed
I'm the same with the same old name A little game and extra cash, see You could me, but don't put it past me You wanna me and got no reason I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight (Wee)
I ain't a punk, I to be I live for is, not what used to be all up in the past, that's ash Hear I say "I'm all about today and I'm die that way"