Lyrics:
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
He's a man just the same
Oh why he show it
Why don't he know it
That his words will always
Show 'em the way
The boy hangs out the boy hangs
paper route stack cheese!
[Verse 1: E-40]
Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi
Fillin my wheaties in the trenches, lookin out for em
at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell hat there's poitin, boys, close by
For it fills
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
to make a deposit
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin'
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
this thang,
Check my chain,
Club got crunk when they heard
That your boy came
I crank that Robocop
And make my shoulders drop
This snap(?) go by
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
nigga you would never be (oh na, na, oh na)
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
You tell me that you make big moves
But tell 'em what you
to wait, uh
Tall grass, yes I know around me be some snakes, uh
Haul ass always movin' so I like to pace
Soulja Boy, I tell them that they out of date, uh
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
'bout no muthafuckin' people
I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for
the only ones that Know so don't tell me watch my Mouth
Nighas dropped the addy a year ago
And i still go by the house I done Learned his route know errnody
Rich nigga boss up (Boss up ay)
Broke nigga fall back (Fall back ay)
No I ain't here for that (What you tell em' say)
No I ain't here for that (What
to tell him is...PUMP YA BRAKES
Now if you're underage & you're actin' all grown
What you need to do is PUMP YA BRAKES
If you're offended by this record,
your boy confused
Though I'm not convinced
Would tell you washed up
But your flow is drenched
Let me clear my throat let
Me spit these quotes
And tell
Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
Dre'll tell
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
49ers on the inside Touchdown,
A nigga going long, field goal,
Extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash,
Blue jean inside, white wit blue top,
the hard way
Ah
HotBoy
Hoppin' fences
Duckin' laws
Re up take a loss
Bounce back shake it off
HotBoy
Paid the cost
Jack move take it off
Touchdown
Set
strange
Sat by my self boy I thought about things
You been a lil fraud snake fangs Still get em whacked ain't a damn thing change
Know about me bitch don't
stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it
There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my
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