'94 Flow

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, ah uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh I said, oh my God, oh my God (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (yo, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (move) Oh my God, oh my God (woo, woo, yeah) Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Microphone check one, two, mic checka Niggas in trouble when Grip apply pressure .38 snubby that sits on my dresser If plot thickens, them shots lickin', I betcha Silly motherfuckas you ain't heard about Grip? That dimple faced nigga with a thirty round clip Made my name in this game on some word of mouth shit Now when they ask who got flames niggas blurt it out quick (Grip) Caught in yo' feels I draw, the heckler (Grip) Automobiles with all the extras We don't do SRTs, nigga, please Rock VVs in AMGs and M3s AKs and m16s with beams Get rich quick schemes dick in thick queens Destroying the simps that shift and switch teams Loyalty, do you know what that shit means? (ah, ah) I said, oh my God, oh my God (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (yo, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (move) Oh my God, oh my God (yeah) Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up I came back with the neck meaner Baguettes on my left finger, Tech nina Don't sweat the technique, I wreck beats Sex select freaks, leave her stretched in wet sheets Text her next week Recollect all of them debt collect calls Was stressed, dawg, but now we up, yes, y'all so let's ball, eight day vacays abroad They actin' like they never seen niggas in Prague Squad chief logs and got the limousine fogged Supreme drawls, hot and lemon pepper wing sauce Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps It go ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat, dirt nap Cadillac black on black, serve raps With the same niggas from when I had cop my 1st sack These niggas wanna blam us, they can't stand us If you got yo bands up, put yo' hands up I said, oh my God, oh my God (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (yo, yeah) Oh my God, oh my God (move) Oh my God, oh my God (yeah) Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up Ooh, goddamn