Lyrics:
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
as hell
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now
by standers stand clear/
Staring in the sky at our symbol we are prepared/
If you hear me let me hear you say yeah/
Dr. Light went in his lab
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
the Benz with the fished-out fins (come on)
Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends (come on)
'Cause you know it ain't tricking if you got it (nope)
the sky I'm a star by God
If you wanna come and catch a vibe wit me
Ducked off in the cut spending time wit me
I really mean vibe don't start
No time plain
Begging for reactions waitin hoping for a mention
The way I slaughter this nigga gone make em wanna murder me
The AK shooting wit a shoulder stop you gone
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop
I was just a young lil nigga
I was just a young lil nigga I ain't never had nothing
I was just a young lil nigga running around wit some dumb lil
to pop somethin'
Well tell them niggas to get poppin' & stop frontin'
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit
a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you
Get them meds in
Ima knock his head in
Ron Jon rondo from the three point knock his head in
I'm like the feds wit tht snow boy
Get them meds in
I
Cartier lens cant see through the fog
Remixing the pack hit the fetti wit dog
A nigga try me put his ass in the morgue
When I caught that lil body you sat
fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy
somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me
gettin’ a bag they don’t feel nothin’ else, nigga we know that they f****in wit dat, get in the back, prince of my city, they know that I'm back
I'm still
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now if you
steps, they get done in over dumb shit thoughts left on the steps, damn
Hook
Talk to me, walk wit me, city by my side got the whole north wit me
think that bitch wanted a Cuban
Flexin finessin the lord is my whiteness stop
Hittin my line cause u choosin
This lil bitty bitch yea she want me
She
likin Jordan don't need me a ring
Shells comin' hot, get you knocked off the scene
Like me a glock when it come wit a beam
I'm in love wit the wok, I been
other clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first test flight?
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