Lyrics:
Yeah it's goin' down
(Y'all know what time it is)
Lil Jon, Three 6 Mafia!
Goose got me loose
Gone off patron
Money in my pocket
And I'm all up in
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Yeah it's goin' down
(Y'all know what time it is)
Lil Jon, Three 6 Mafia!
Goose got me loose
Gone off patron
Money in my pocket
And I'm all up in
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
bodied by a "who"
But y'all know me I'm just like you
Except I got bars, wordplay, flow
But don't worry kids you'll get there too
And Luke wanna talk about
something that you never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But
motherfucker
Pussy act up and get fucked in this motherfucker
Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition
(You're out of line)
When I was
hoes ain't shit to me
They be easy to fuck
I be sliding with all my ice on
But never seen a puck
Them hoes see lil Izzy
They like damn he be clean af
ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout?
like Luke Cage
Bitches tell me I'm the new wave
On Westmont Nickels I'm eatin' New Wave
My joy roll niggas ride with two K's
Get rid of a few bodies, dug
Cannot relapsed, I gon ricochet
Can’t hide from God, so you gotta pray
Can’t be controlled by emotions but you styll on my mind in my head on replay
through the peephole (yeah)
Hit a nigga with the Rico (yeah) , yeah
Uh, choppa by my side, homicide (yeah)
I'ma kill that nigga if he
Talkin' down, he gon'
motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er
Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Man, don't you know that I'm loco?
I was chillin' right around my way
21st, east side of the Beach
This motherfucker ran up on me
Talkin' shit
You see me walking down the street,
And I start to cry,
Each time we meet
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Walk on by (Just walk on by)
Make believe, by
of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition
(You're out of line)
When I was
hopped in the jag, lil' baby girl, you know that I'm finna swerve
How you talkin' shit, yeah, you got the nerve
Can't hear what you sayin', I don't hear
Ayy, yo yo (Uh, huh)
Aye (What's up?) check this out (Okay)
Lil Jon in this bitch (That's right, nigga)
Corporate Thugs, motherfucker, motherfucker
pistol boy u know that s**t a prop
Story tellin' on the snap; I peep the way u n***as rock
I think you lil n***as swines y'all be talkin' like some cops
the mix
My lil brother Sha finesse em go fabreeze with the sticks
These niggas cap for no reason you got to watch for the shift
Shout out the 1st to the 6th
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Put on that on my momma you can ask her ion give a dam
Ridin round in yo daddy’s whip ion get it fam
Lol 3.5 of runts I’m finna hit man
STS been tryna
bunned by shh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Jon-Jon Z, men
Dímelo, Russ
Shot Russ
Russ
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