of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay I stormed the beach like D-Day, now that bitch play, when we say I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been
Wine-O a hustlin' pro Rob G, rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino I'm supersizing my stones
the kind that be lockin' doors The type of nigga that be gamin' your freaks While you out workin' hard I'm puttin' stains in your sheets And sportin' Coogi and Gucci that
Clear (Intercom) Listen Up, I Show You How To Stunt Pocket Full Of Money, You Should See What's In The Trunk That Bass Got that Bump, That Shit That Make
that wanna go an kill If it was meant to be, you would have fame and fortune Die a sinner, you'd go to Hell where it's scorchin' So when the y2k, I found
care of B.I. I see why that nigga Kay be ready to flip But let him know Rhino's home, fuckin wit the clique, shit Imagine if Blueman was there, oh my god I know that
in the freezer We fuckin with the reefah the most (Hit that) We rollin deeper so bump it in your jeeper because we rollin deeper than most [Verse 2:
d like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock [Ad Rock] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop! It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse Don't mean to
Chorus] [Shoutouts, Outro:] Yeah, one time for that Success Records like that Mr. C Jerry Flowers, you know what I mean? (Yeah, I know) B.T.T.E. Mark Mitchell K
rator R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a maniac, with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull
let you know that I am Angie Stone Hands on the paper, things better change up I wanna sing, but I think I better hold up B.I, beehive, you gotta a low
, he got it from me All that I don't mean, to start no riot You know that's my line, young bitch be quiet H is for the Hogg, that you claim to be You
to the pawn shop (K) 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas (B) Understand see... (K) It's a junkie in every family (B) Them my hand-me-down
fresh white tee Crist poppin to B.I.G. I got my goons in this muh-fucka Pissy then a muh-fucka I'm B.K. til I d-I-e (eeh eeh) That's my word, bitches
do what we want This B2K4 we can bump bump bump girl Look at the way your movin', it's in the way you walk You make a player bump his dubs on the curb
do that 12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy
the police and tell them watch your back [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish niggas daily Down to get off in your shit, bumpin
that type tight bump For the trunk Trae ain't no punk, you fuck around and fin to wind up dumped Like millions that's gon off sherm, I pray that you niggaz learn That