whats up, that's whats up, that's whats up, tha that's whats up, that's whats up. [Verse 2:] What up Pooh What up Juke What up Drama (ayye) What
shawty dats wats up dats wats up [Verse 2:] Wat up Coo Wat up Juke Wat up Grandma a Wat up Mama a Wat up haterz a Wat up hustlerz Wat up Reall niggas
[feat. Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer] Me not working hard? Yea right picture that with a kodak And better yet, go to times square Take a picture of me
I'm a goon Ya ain't touchin me, like I'm diseased up I treat em like warts, an got em all freezed up Now call up my squad like ring ring, he what! A couple
that's why So many up in the Bronx, they got done For livin a lifestyle of crime like it was fun But now I'm hittin ya hard and pullin the cards Of those that
enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 2:] Mr. Flamboyant, yeah that just might be yo
mirror possibly collapse yo lung What color is your exterior? The same as grey poupon What is you a baller? Yeah but not Lebron Then what kind of baller are you? The kind that
sartor pump (sartor pump) Gotta be a renegade (renegade) when it come to funk Some people got a switch blade (switch blade) if they ain't gotta gun I rather knuckle up and fade (up
all knew what we was worth, future legends up in the game RIP Pimp C, way ahead of his time Everybody wanna be that guy, everybody wanna be that dude
Sittin in that candy paint sideways, Pull up outta my driveway Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway Turn up some rig shot
with marked money frontin' yo What you need G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin' I say "Give up ya gun" Is what I tell em then I step Wouldn't be top dog if I
pretty shit what the dealy wit' you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama I got a bitch in Atlanta and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera and I
eyes open I got locked up I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home I wanna go I wanna go back home I gotta I gotta go back home (
straight up mashing Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison Magazine ads and G-Dep has it Bad Boy classic, that boy acid That's it, blowing up your audio
I'm hotter than Cajun You're blazin, throwin up my tre's in, who want 'em? Just like that, a 360 on 'em, get that Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin
my waist, the ? burn on my hip What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats Whaaat!? [Cam'Ron] Killa Killa uhh Yo, yo, yo I know exactly what'
of talking about you looking for a solider Are you tryna say you don't see that in me? I know that we're friends But taking it there won't mess it up
Yo, what's up baby? I can't even believe I'm bout to tell you this. But it's like every since I've been with you things you know, just been changing.
