Lyrics:
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
supportin' (true)
My lil' boy only two and his neck is like a quarter (burr)
I built another house and I put it by the water (a mansion)
Diamonds dancin'
a five-star chick i’ma shut ‘em up
I can make your jaw drop
When I make my booty pop
(When I make my booty pop) i shut ‘em up
Oh, what’s that you say?
Can you
for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there
Girl, say you got a man but you don't, no
You just like to watch 'em get excited by the option
And get the hopes up high 'fore you drop 'em right
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
Someone has intercepted the 'coms, who is this
I am the Bandit, the Booty Booty Bandit
I'm being hit on by the famous Booty Bandit
I'm the Booty
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
mi want
Cause mi nuh live over Shortwood
So mi haffi bounce har mek she drop inna mi paw
A nuff gal mi a go pass through
Like Patra an di one Lady
mi want
Cause mi nuh live over Shortwood
So mi haffi bounce har mek she drop inna mi paw
A nuff gal mi a go pass through
Like Patra an di one Lady
work
And you'll travel to the ends of the earth
(One, two, three,
Three drops of holy water)
For your headache
(Holy water)
My grandmother can't live
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
Lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels
On the mentally strong
With shit to say we don't allow niggas
To say up in a song
Aiyyo,
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
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