Lyrics:
Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
them down
Paint wet, ooh kill 'em like that
Boosie ride foreign and I paid 400 flat
Four 12's in the back, gotta have a little noise
Four deep
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt full of reefer
Boosie badazz set it off
Out the speaker
Bad lil bitch on my side
Like a beeper
Niggas keep
that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you
these rappers ain't real
Just me and a whole lot of mannequins
I remember back in the day I had beef wit DJ Michael Watts
Nowadays it's Swishah House,
my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil' nigga
Look, I came home to show the world
Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world
Of all his wrongs, the real
my people.
The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners.
The hospitals, nurses tryin'
the Bondsmen. Keepin' it gutta
Wit my people. The thug life, back to back
Catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'
Junkies in front the cleaners.
my lil' brother
I mourned and cried
I'm not above the odds (No cap)
So I stay wit a shooter
Like Gucci's Todd
Block hotter than when Boosie dropped
I'm
Feelin' like
Gucci
Cook up
I'm feelin' like gucci in two thousand six
I'm feelin' like boosie I know I'm the shit
I walk with the money yeah I'm
this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggas on them b's and b's made you get out they way (hey)
People hollerin' why you act
Run it back for them lil boys and lil girls that tryna make it out the hood
Run it back if you know you can do something but never it but you could
joystick
Count the money stack it up in to a bunch of bricks
Wont understand pricks they keep crawling on my skin
These every seven Days Gone by nobody
baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Oops, my fault
I fuck and send her home, I don't let her wipe off
Fuck and send her home, walk in
I'm flickin' that clit
She likin' the way I'm up in this bih
Look at the boots they rent, uh, and the jacket, yeah, it's made by Raf
They catch me
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
skrilla
Gone throw that ass for a real nigga
Gone shake that ass for a lil skrilla
I know I got yo main nigga tight
We be at my crib by the end of the night
the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't
Lil Boosie told me I can't
What I'ma do with my rank?
How I'ma fold my Z?
I'm in the middle of beef
They shot my
Boosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here
To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up
Bank roll after bank
outside It
I remember back in the days you n***** was banging that other shi
N**** ain’t worried abt these hoes lil n**** they be on some other shi
N****
Yeah, and tell Boosie I'm back
Hahaha, that's how we do it in the 'Natti
Yea yea, that's how we do it in the 'Natti
Uh, that's how we do it in the 'Natti
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you
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