Lyrics:
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Here to tell you this
bombs Iwo Jima, I'm a soulja not no boy
Diamonds shining round my neck the baby think my shit a toy
If you knew what I'm about you'd never overstep
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
wet
Where the naked hoes? where the big booty bitches? yvettes and susettes
I like em thick with the dookie mickers by their hand
Bow legged bitches
I can tell, yeah
Mmm, it's us
I can tell niggas jelly by the way they look
Pray to God my Glock don't jam, Lord knows I don't hook
Pull up
Jesus
That I’m marked by
Ain’t a slave no more
Yo boy free
Yeah the fights hard
But ain’t knocked out
This that last round
And I’m Ali
Tunnel
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer
Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up,
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
erupting in the reveren
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that dang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
alone, cuddy said, "Wait up, my homes
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you
Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome," no cap
You motherfuckers
just a dancing army.
I gotta tell my people chill cuz these ranks are gnarly
We're on that highgrade. You on some lean and molly.
I'm a Copperbelt boy
sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
And tell him catch up like
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah, see, I know what you chumps'll
rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money
legend, pay attention
Only time I sat in class was
When I'm serving a detention
I fuck with Soulja Boy, get money nigga
Everytime I see rappers, all I'm
tiger out the cage, Mike Tyson in '88
Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose
Smash and grab, yo, this world became a hell hole
Stay cool is what I tell
marriage
Niggas is some nasty creatures, bitches even nastier
They throw it at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up
Freaky ho's licken niggas ass
my message in the Saturday sun
I had to tell them I ain't second to none
And I told 'em about equality and it's true
Either you're wrong or you're
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
got some
And I'm on esir boy I got esir boy now tell me who got some
Somebody you tuned into nigga just got off on
If you don't know than o sone cause
at anytime
Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
So tell me how yo' ass gon' run
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