Lyrics:
We doin right here for all the
Folks, lil Jon, shorty pimp
And romance we gonna tell you what's up
In the atl, where we gettin crunk
In the atl,
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
a snap hard, no designer n' shit
Cooking up crack, Trav a master the shit
Already told you who runnin' this shit
This ain't a drill but we slide wit
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
to the A-N-K-R-O-L, Bankrol Jon, remember the name
Bankrol, that kid who been rappin' in spazzin And he been puttin' on for the city by the bay
Bankrol from Texas, he
on X, eyes pitch black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit' that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil' Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
yeah)
Cuz me and my clique we dont give a f**k ni**a.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
[Hook:]
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can
Weezy Baby
Lex Luger
Freddy Kreuger
Do Ya..BITCH!
Who you playin wit,
Wit dat back and forth shyt,
Nigga I ain't sayin shyt,
Bitch I clap quick,
You ain't
Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light
Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil
bitch
Don't give a damn hoe
I don't frown bro
I found O U T Be textin me like a clown
I don't fuck with niggas who fuck wit niggas I don't fuck wit
Fu
nigga
You dealing wit a lil' gorilla nigga
10 mill later I'm still the nigga
Killer Mike, Yungbloodz, David Banner
Bonecrusher they remember when
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
well I don't really fuck wit' you
Got the lil' shooter, go to shootin' when he touches you
Fuck around, drop a bell on you
Take the plug, met 'em through
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
knuckle-free
Khujo capital G-O-O-D-IE Mob wit my nigga LJ
(Lil Jon) and ESB (East Side Boyz)
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga Bo Hizziee!
Get crunk in this
no backbone lil n***a
I call Alfred fore' i make a move wit that batphone lil n***a
Call me Jon Jon cuz i beat it up with my cap on lil n***a
Imma
Lil baby fuego
I need you by my side, babygirl you know you too fire
Lil baby fuego
I wanna get you home, so tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil
To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low
Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh
Pop out on opp by suprise. you would think he
Kick One wait Kick 2 let off 30
Thissa 40 im from the 50s i aint Nervous
Range rover hella saucy yeah its Stolen
Kwame who Kwame Kayda bitch you
wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell
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