When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
It’s nay-thun
Don’t give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It’s about how you outsmart the next nigga
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck’s up!
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up Don’t think that you won’t get touched, BITCH!
I’m in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
I’m in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
I’m in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
Don’t think that you won’t get touched, BITCH!
Hoes, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y’all niggas don’t want a fight, all y’all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let’s take it to the grass and we’ll see what’s up
Y’all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift-ily
I’m amazin; I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don’t act like you can’t get touched
Grindin niggas bows up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up They don’t wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don’t believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This A-T-L nigga!
I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
I’m a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya Told myself — I need to stop pushin hop
I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop
My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin
Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin
Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin
Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin
Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You’re out of line I told you once befo' it’s dubya dot
Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'!
And don’t come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Motherfucker it’s E-4-oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I’m po' - BEOTCH!
I’mma kill a motherfucker’s ass if I have to But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass
And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good
Reason to play with me, look bitch I’m sayin
You don’t listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y’all don’t listen 'less I’m cussin and bustin the shit
You keep beggin, and I’mma give it to ya you bitch!
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain’t no ho in my blood
A couple slugs bitch you thugs’ll give me a hug
Real gangster niggas raise up
Y’all sticky ooh-wee niggas blaze up Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
And there you have it! (And there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don’t act like you can’t get touched, peeyimp!
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahhH!) David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!