Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Shorty shakin' her waist, and rippin' her thong
C'mon, yea, check it
Hittin' trippin' the circuit breaker, flickin' the light switch
We busy blowin' frontin' like you ain't knowin' my stee'
Shorty shakin' her waist, and rippin' her thong
Bitch watchin' my pocket, seein' we wild rich
Niggaz all in the street, whylin' whippin' the V
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Shit still boomin' in two-thousand and three
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Now all my people are muggin' and singin' the song, I'm sayin'
And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin' to be
While you niggaz is busy coppin' the pleas
Shorty hopin' we smellin' nothin' like foul fish
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
Bonin' chicks, holdin' titties like they was Pamela Lee
My shit still boomin' in two-thousand and three
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Spaz in the club, watchin' the crowd flip
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
My solo jump off, been boomin' since nine-six
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessey
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin' a key
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
It's like the feelin' after watchin' a couple of old flick
Now all my people are muggin' and singin' the song, I'm sayin'
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin' on wild Crist'
Here we go now, yea
And keep it goin' add enough spice, we holdin' the recipe
If you ain't know the streets is belongin' to me
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
The kid like is he known for givin' you wild hits
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin' my pedigree
Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon, yea
Big paper we makin', all of my crew agree
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
I got my paper see, I ain't doin' nuttin' for free
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Here we go now, yea
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin' the sound sick
While you swingin' ass at the Devil, claimin' you righteous
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
I said, "My solo jump off, been boomin' since nine-six"
I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
Bangin' on every level, droppin' the now shit
Takin' different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin'
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
A lot of haters I'm knowin' you like this
