My mind don't slack
Smallest thing on the team but the livest one
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
How we gon' stop? Whoa
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
That new, new, that new, new
And speakers and geekers
Woofers and tweeters
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all
Lil mama's a plumber she handlin' pipe
KILL this is the name that came to alter the game
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch
Santana Moss when catching the ball
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Later for now I'm hustlin' hits
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
I came through swerving like this
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
Ain't the the life?
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
This boy he real
Mama's a scholar she blowin' my brain
Ready to rip, burn, roar
Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
I'll wit a pill she handle it right like Iverson
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
First round pick like Michael Vick
Took the whole world and murdered that shit
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
New, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
All in your trunk, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Duckin' you lames and obstacles
Baby, got back and it's in baby phat
All in your trunk, yeah
Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
New, new for you, you
Pardon me dog for chasin' the cat
How we gone quit? Shit
And speakers and geekers
Escalade dippin' I'm holdin' the lane
New, new for you, you
I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch
Monsterous music to beat in your 'lac
All in your trunk, yeah
New new for you you
Flippin' my words like bricks, trick
That new, new, that new, new
Woofers and tweeters
Lean to da left if you burnin' a sac
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Separate lames from they chain
Crawl in your bunk, yeah
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
Y'all better run, one, one
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that
Ready to tear through your city and tour
I like the front but I'm lovin' the back
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
