Lyrics:
smell the Pimp Juice on my breath
[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]
We gon drink a fifth of hen
Never mind a hater, hater on my mind, never
Stop flexin' nigga you was hot in '97
Money make the rules, bad bitches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that
mind
Some things Ion speak on
I live by the G code
We on (Yea Yea Yea)
Ima dawg yea I told her Ima player
Told my dawg Ima ball like no hair
I stand tall
the fucks gon follow you?
[Chorus]
Yeah, once again my friend
Imma be the first latin rapper from the South
Shut shit the fuck down
And I got Lil Jon
Lil goofy thotties all want pieces of my soul, lil goofy
Want me to take them to the mall like they my queen, lil goofy
Lil goofy niggas wanna see me
[Intro]
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin
Long live el chapo
Yeah I’m bout my guap hoe
Don’t fuck wit my Money
Bitch is you a dummy
I’m out of my mind
Yeah I’m out of this world
No I’m never
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon & Eastside Boys and our girl Oobie
Check it out
[Oobie]
There's something I want to tell you
'Cause I know that a brotha got
in the classroom crunk got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk ridin downtown wit a shot of
tiquila jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
you just zig zag
My bitch so blunt before I pass her imma have to hit that
We had the ups on a nigga now he looking Big Mad
I'm Lil Jon in my city,
to push like dis
It cost lil money to take to bih
Boss nigga had to do it on his lonely
Youngin growing up with no family
Now I'm ina woods plotting with my
lies
You cant deny just look me in my eyes
My brother say goodbye
Because nigga you gon die
Lil Jon look terrified
See Jon had told on us the boys
He
care about shit accept getting rich
Yeah, once again my freind
I'mma be the first latin
Rapper from the South
Shut shit the fuck down
And I got Lil Jon
Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!)
Yeah man, once again it's on (it's on)
You know we had to do it again right?
(We had to do it again boy!)
Uh-huh, uh,
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack,
Just keep them away from me
I lost my lil brother my mind my feelings my hearted man somebody pray for me
My foot on the gas I’m all In my bag
I
Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!)
Yeah man, once again it's on (it's on)
You know we had to do it again right?
(We had to do it again boy!)
Uh-huh, uh,
Yeah, what's up?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out finna
smoked, sheets and toe, yeah-yeah
Money come in won't stop
You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (spend my guap)
You know any time I'm gone drop
You
him some drank
Big 3-6-1, that's where Bankrol from
Molina, my hood, and this big BNK
B to the A-N-K-R-O-L, Bankrol Jon, remember the name
Bankrol, he
of the key
Pop at ya top aim shot at ya knee
Sip uh little Henny cough up uh lil' tree
Rock how you rock when you rocking to me
I got money on my mind
Play wit
Lil' homie want
(Lil' homie want it)
Hey, Two Feet came by
Lil' homie want all the money (all the money)
Lil' homie want it all (Lil' homie want
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Hey, hey
Dis ya boy, Lil Jon (Lil Jon)
BME Click (BME Click)
What's up 40? (What's happenin'?)
What's up
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