Hey Ladies

Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it I said my solo jump off, been booming since nine-six My solo jump off, been booming since nine-six Hitting tripping the circuit breaker, flicking the light switch The kid like is he known for giving you wild hits I keep my name on the way on top of the now list Banging on every level, dropping the now shit It's like the feeling after watching a couple of flick And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowing the sound sick Spaz in the club, watching the crowd flip That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch Bitch watching my pocket, seeing we wild rich Shorty hoping we smelling nothing like foul fish While you swinging ass at the devil, claiming you righteous A lot of haters I'm knowing you like this While you floss unnecessarily, sipping on wild Crist' [Chorus] I say ladies, my Mercedes Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back When you step up in the club I know you know how to act Hey soldiers, get your floss on Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon Shorty shaking her waist, and ripping her thong Now all my people are mugging and singing the song, I'm saying Shit still booming in two-thousand and three My shit still booming in two-thousand and three And we don't give a fuck about who you claiming to be My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea Taking different constant boats, from the land to the sea I got my paper see, I ain't doing nothing for free Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee Niggaz all in the street, while I'm whipping the V Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D Check it, take it back like when I was flipping a key Boning chicks, holding titties like they was Pamela Lee You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee And keep it going add enough spice, we holding the recipe Big paper we making, all of my crew agree Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy In case you niggas ain't even knowing my pedigree Invested in resorts for the niggas who go and ski If you ain't know the streets is belonging to me I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a shopping spree While you niggas is busy copping the pleas We busy blowing fronting like you ain't knowing my stee' [Chorus] Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon Here we go now, yea C'mon