Lyrics:
to give a special shout out to Kazaa
Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
a motherfucker
The streets packed with all these lame lil motherfuckers
Everybody wanna be a hard stopper
You won't find too many riding out without a chopper
(One two, one two)
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew
He said used to go to school out in L.I.u.
He said he'd make me a bet, he'd
With my hood on and my windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
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
on the street, let me preach, let me preach (preach)
Listen, lil' nigga, sometimes you don't speak
Pull out that stick and I'm sweepin' the street (bow, bow)
I
light like, summer's night
It's like, Christ masterpiece
She taste like Corona Light, sweet
Even the lime gotta squeeze
She gave me a lil swig,
broke as fuck
Ain't ever seen a paper route
You can't avoid these streets
Nigga that's why it's called a trial
I don't see these lil niggas
Na I don't
another lil' story 'bout this clique I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood, bang my street
Sit and watch
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
Always in the way but he a man up on a mission
Lil Billy Lil Billy getting bigger by the minute
Now he wanna feed the children, Give em everything they’ve
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
(wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with (fuckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by
you fuck you nigga
Yo ma ain't raise you right game tight
Me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tight
Gone be a boss balla all my fuckin life
8 figga,
going down, December 5th
You heard it, y'all
It's gon' be in stores
It's gon' be the hottest thing coming out the South
Lil' J Xavier, it's your man,
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beepsy, and smoked
free, See the wheels turn
Hustlas, Ridahs, Hoes, Ex-cons, Grown westside boys like lil jon
I'ma bang compton til the break of dawn
Late night hype, Mean
that street life
Seven hundred block of soldiers
But I'm surrounded in this world
Where I'm loved by many
And hated by few
Respected by ya'll
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