L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
You can find me in St. Louis, rollin' on dubs
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Do my thug things, livin' off the king pin
Forget the fame and the glamor
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
From broke to havin' brokers my price Range is Rover
Let me show you how to swing
I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, hot shit
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Let me teach you somethin' about this game
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Fuck bionic it's ironic
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Players about to be somethin', somethin'
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent
Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah, let me in now, let me in now
Me and my folks we on one, on one
Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit
Hoes cost, hoes cost
Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin'
Household thug, for all up in my business
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Let me breathe on ya, man
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
26 inch chrome rims spin
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
Pound niggaz, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga
Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
But man hunny, better pay me paper man
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
I win now, fuckin' lesbian twins now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
On the turf where the law can't scare me, yeah
Playa my style's raw, I'm 'Born to Mack' like Todd Shaw
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics
E-40, um I'm goin'
Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink
I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover
Flows I kick 'em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Frown niggaz, talkin' shit when I leave the town nigga
So you niggaz quit actin' silly, mon
Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed
And it's all because 'ccumulated enough scratch
Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
True false, true false
Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now
Boss floss, boss floss
Slammin' niggaz like Onyx
Lunatics 'til the day I die
Say hi to my niggaz left in the slammer
How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin' down nigga
Let me speak upon a man
Right back up with the bunnies and Henn
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Play by my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
Let's show these cats how to make these millions
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent
Louisiana, all my niggaz with 'Country Grammar'
'Kid' quicker than 'Billy', mon
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man
Give me D's with a rubber hammer
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Pushin' that candy, drinkin' that brandy
Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the Thirteenth
Not a main thing but a one night flang
Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
A music and beat be somethin', somethin'
My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic
What do I look like spendin' my way
You lose, you lost, you lose, you lost
Talkin' really and I need it mon
And it's candy painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin'
I'm so throwed, I need a shrink
Push pedal, that candy cane
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
May I answer yo 'Third Question' like A.I
With nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo life niggaz
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go, hot shit
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud, what?
Livin' that turf, like me and my family
Yeah, hot shit
Don't check me, check your chick man
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
We don't be trippin' off that, nothin'
See me, mon, cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Gettin that hunny with the peaches and cream
