Lyrics:
get nothing let me get back in it, bitch
I just go ahead first
You be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches
a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
I got a nine millimeter (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
around and bring it down tonight
Bring it on up, move in close
Let me see you and your partner stroll
Step to the left, step to the right
Spin around
Light one for a real nigga
Smoke one for a real nigga
Let's talk about real niggas
Since we always talkin' 'bout hoes
Talk to 'em
Pimp C was a real
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another
know lil' boat never gave a fuck
(yeah)
Thirties if these niggas tryna get bucked
Look pig gang, you see me
You see pink Benzes you heard me
Diamonds
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me
you can get loose
Get loose, get loose
[Chorus]
Hey shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really want to show me that you
This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit
Word to God
Hov, fuck with ya boy
C5
Okay nigga, I got em'
point em' out and I got em'
Let 'em
her
Hey, do you know that I need ya?
'Cause baby, right now it feels like the whole world
Is against me
Ever since the death of Pimp C
But me, I'm
didn't even see the
(Stop sign) hit the ground so hard it made me
(Realize) that you need to be with me
Once you get to know me, you will believe
she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)
Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let's get it, fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist
her
Hey, do you know that I need ya?
'Cause baby, right now it feels like the whole world
Is against me
Ever since the death of Pimp C
But me, I'm
Dig pimp,
I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes man
go get real spiffy man, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla at yall
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects,
niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty
You in the office of the good doc again, let's walk again
It's like clock again, the hood rock again
You should pop it in,ain't take it out
That
with Lil Wayne
I'ma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
'Cause I'm a sucker for pain
Used to doin' bad, now we feel like we just now
get 'em and then trick 'em like brrr stick 'em
see im the mistress he the president
his name lil wayne but thats irrelevent
yo millz ima grab that lil
I'm rich, they be screamin' Rittz when I'm on stage,
Let me get a Chip and Dale show
Got real dough, 18 karats on my deed, I see my future clear
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