Lyrics:
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all
or you get a peeled cap
pap pap that pump better check that gun
for a nigga done get that skull cracked
Lil' Rip done rolled up
the bigger the nigga
[Goldie Loc]
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin
We usin dubs for
I been feelin' kinda cooped up, cooped up
I'm tryna get some fresh air
Hey, why you got the roof off, roof off
You know it never rains here
to throw the fight
Boy you know that ain't right
When I'm needing your affection, I need that attention
Up and down motion, come swim in my ocean, yeah
a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right
get woke by a lil' freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up
300K in cash, probably still'll pull out a Visa
Ain't goin' on a date, tell a bitch
be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon' melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I can't wait to unwrap ya
It's
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
the remix, y'all
For real, the real side
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up
Bring it
up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it
The mothafuckin' Rock
So I let it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These bitches hatin', they throw rice by the case
I'm ridin' down Memory Lane
the remix, y'all
For real, the real side
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up
Bring it
Just keep it a hunnid, baby
Aye you 1hunnid, baby
I'm just tryna figure out why that nigga hate me
I got money and I throw it with no hesitation
to "grandam"]
[Outro - Lil Jon]
Hold up, fuck that shit, fuck that shit! (yoyoyoyoyoyoyo...)
It's your boy, Lil Jon! (YEAH!)
Time to take this mothafucker
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
where them dope boys
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner four
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' out that seven Tre, them six's
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I said it what nigga buck nigga
Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my
to "grandam"]
[Outro - Lil Jon]
Hold up, fuck that shit, fuck that shit! (yoyoyoyoyoyoyo...)
It's your boy, Lil Jon! (YEAH!)
Time to take this mothafucker
at me
You look back at me when you
Throw it back at me
Dip it down low, pick it up slow
By the end of the song
It be touchin' your toes
If you leave
Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bomb
Hot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage mom
Knocked up by some thug named Russ in
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