Uh words slurrin', dirty urine
Terror Squad man you know who we are
I got that shit y'all
Oww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
I give 'em twenty a pop
Uh, pour liquor for my nigga that's gone
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
You wanna roll leave the panties atop
Gettin' brains in the water on Memorial Day
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
What the fuck what?
Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
I got that shit y'all
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
Yeah uh, yeah yeah yo
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Crack man and I'm at it again
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
You know what this is
Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and shit
Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
Fat Joe and the R
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
Breakin' shit down
I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
That shit y'all
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Got the mink on same color the Range
Drunk off of Henry and the 'jo keep burnin'
Some of these cats is doin' they own thing
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
But none of these kids stack chips like us
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
Mami starin' at me like she wanna get kidnapped
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
Chi-town, BX
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
I'm on E feelin' ready and hot
Yeah
We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
In Miami, pool-party off the chain
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin'
It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with
Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
Yeah uh
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
Uh yo yo
Money lookin' happy with his wife but we triz that
Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
But none of these cats run tricks like us
Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain'
Off up in the club, whylin' like what
