Dey Know [Remix]
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Yeah Shawty Lo and the Big Cats Yeah It's the remix so bring ya top hat(eh) What ya talkin' bout It's L-O I rap now it's rap skizzo Thirty bands, fo shizzo Eight balls same price as the kilo I'm a boss Y'all know my B-I And I got them same kinda guns like T.I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeah I'll see you later Big ups, to all my haters! Guard your woman dog or I'll take her You'll hear her scream from College Park to Decatur I was a snotty nose with no paper Now my crib sittin' on 22 acres (woo) Get it right fool I gets money(yep) If you think Ludas not filthy you's a dummy (yep) I was allergic to the roof on the cutty So I took the top off like a playboy bunny (what up pops) Catch me pimpin' in a robe and some slippers (oh) Ridin' down 85 while I'm stuttin' on my Zixer (ern) Mouth full of swishers or ridin' with ya sister (woo) Or Six David Beckhams or a trunk full of kickers (ha ha ha) Take a picture of the mister it'll last long And these haters get stretched out like a bad thong So partner mash on or get mashed up Think you can f*ck with Luda then put a million of your cash up (hi) [Chorus: x4] L O L O Dey Know Dey Know I'm in my cool whip insides jello Hop up out that pretty motherfucker like hello (hello) hello Ladies how you doin' Dat nigga crazy girl don't say nothin' to 'em (ha ha) Dey know dey know got white low low Rob who? Take What? (gun cocks) hello They know I give a f*ck about them haters (nope) Young Jizzle been gettin' paper(yeah) Rich wheels on the coup like savors Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor I'm on da top floor(floor) no neighbors Who you kiddin' I get my 87's tailored Went from two ounces to a Maserati First rap check bought choppers for everybody Before they know what's under my shirt the glock 40 Get 25 a show next month I want 40 Born a real nigga but I'm a die a goon Just bought a new choppa gon use it real soon Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose Put me anywhere I'm the realest nigga in the room(believe me) Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved Got a lot haters but even more tools I play dumb homie but never been a fool Cut my dog off I heard he snitchin' too(ha) [Chorus: x4] (Ha) Now what I look like And if it ain't money then I don't look right Ha ha, and that don't sound right I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bite Su-Wu gang and if you ain't with it then you in the food chain I'm in that wide body I'm a need two lanes Blue Seats white paint wetter than new rain Like a white person with blue veins I keep a black glock red dot blue flame Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game Cause all my kicks fly like lu kang(ha ha) Old player new game I'm focused I'm thinking like I got two brains I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne I Caress two women but ain't no two Wayne's I don't know what you do but I do things It's Mr. every time you see me got a new chain My flow crazy I ain't too sane But I am thee shit and they just poo stain [Chorus: x4] Shawty Lo man
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, DWAYNE CARTER, JAY JENKINS, QUANDARIOUS JORDAN, QUANDARIUS JORDAN, ALGERNOD WASHINGTON, CORY WAY, CARLOS WILSON, LOUIS WILSON, RICHARD WILSON
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