No
Ali
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Yo, all the fans we love y'all We gon' make one fo' the haters like f*ck that Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion Below in the celing wood with wheel on With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get style we all that To the back we all that to the back Red or blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you please we succeed regardless Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist Longevity like the Beegee's Please be aware we don't care, do you like us? No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no 1993 creation for steps of born leezys Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers Church only on easter, ignore the preacher Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules To this day they be like lunatic rules I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin' See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich I'm gon' run niggas out of town Naw f*ck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown Royal, blue jack right at the door Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car? No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's Fo' amps don't know what my limit is I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did I've been po' before know what a limit is New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin' Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits Drom tops cuttys on 4's No love fo hoes change them like clothes Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on We all know dats how the game should go We all know most of us love the same hoes Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber Over there on the other side of college encarta For starters I know both y'all smash I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town? Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down Yep that's him he come to make his rounds Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found Beta not continue I can show you how Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city My G's getting depp like P. Diddy I'm feelin' like be round looking for my whitney Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight First class flight to Nellyville So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay? No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let me here ya, uh oh What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga She libel to kill some motherfucker Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'
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Written by: OLIVER HENRY BURSLEM, ANDREW GORDON JONES, ELLIOT SCOTT RAWSON
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