Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they keep me straight
7 and 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my momma holla homework
I say aiight ma, but look I got my own work
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my momma findin rocks in my socks, glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this (fuck)[
Extended the family wit a wire recruited a couple comrades,
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats,
Bad ass lil' n**** wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it,
Every day arrested,
N****s wanna test this to get at the hoes,
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold,
Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos,
After ya'll pickin' pot out your nose with afros,
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game,
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got n**** the harder it came,
But I stayed in the game,
That's the heart in this man,
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game,
Talk about pickin' up dirt like the broncos plane,
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways,
A hatos man feel crime don't pay
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats,
Bad ass lil' n**** wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it,
Every day arrested,
N****s wanna test this to get at the hoes,
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold,
Bitches 17 years old round 100 kilos,
After ya'll pickin' pot out your nose with afros,
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game,
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got n**** the harder it came,
But I stayed in the game,
That's the heart in this man,
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game,
Talk about pickin' up dirt like the broncos plane,
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways,
A hatos man feel crime don't pay
I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street
Thuggin it, lovin my life as Memph Bleek
But I'm stuck with, huggin that block, sellin that D
Grew up with, nothin but killas and O.G.'s
I'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up
With a bail stash in case they snatch me up
I'm a soldier in this war and I resemble my pops
I ain't nothin like him, that's where this criminal stop
I provide for the fam, divide them grams
Cook it, make flips, survival plans
Bein successful, I had every intent
But I went to the high school a playin the bench
We live off wit, just like our switch-up strips
I was raised by the gun so I switch up clips
Gettin my hustle on, tryna switch up kicks
I won't change bein thug, I won't switch up shit
It's my life nigga
So baby hold me
Like you don't wanna let go
I'm feeling foxy
Cause boy you working it out
Daddy you given me a taste of your honey
I want the whole bee hive
I'm gonna call you my sugar
Cause I (I) had the sweetest time
See you gotta work it out
See you gotta work it out
A brotha gotta work it out
I like it when the horn go [x4]
Ha! Austin better work it out
Ha! Foxy better work it out
Ha! AP3 better work it out
Ha! AP3 better work it out
Tonight I'm having fun
Tonight I'm going out
Let's ride up in a party
All night long
I'm turning off my phone
So we can get it on
O-ooh, o-ooh, o-ooh
[Verse 2:]
He kept sending e-mails
Asking for details
"When are you leaving?"
"When will you get here?"
Kept calling my cell phone
I send him straight to voice mail
...leave a message {spoken}
I usually call back
This time I won't fall back
I know what the real be
You just wanna see me
'Cause he wanna
[Lil' Jon:]
Tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap (that booty)
But he's not gonna get (that booty)
If he think that it's like that (uh)
He can think that's nothing
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Tonight I'm going out
Let's ride up in a party
All night long
I'm turning off my phone
So we can get it on
O-ooh, o-ooh, o-ooh
[Verse 2:]
He kept sending e-mails
Asking for details
"When are you leaving?"
"When will you get here?"
Kept calling my cell phone
I send him straight to voice mail
...leave a message {spoken}
I usually call back
This time I won't fall back
I know what the real be
You just wanna see me
'Cause he wanna
[Lil' Jon:]
Tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap (that booty)
But he's not gonna get (that booty)
If he think that it's like that (uh)
He can think that's nothing
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
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Me,D-Boy,B-Blood
Straight Outta Africa