Going down, say *****, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer ***** cooking
G's And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these
R&B *****es on they knees
I pimp so hard
I was ****ing up the game
*****, you're a lame you ain't holding like
Sweet James
They ? on my phone, call me
Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so
I keep the chrome 20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
**** y'all ***** *****s too, it's whatever y'all wanna do... do [Chorus: Bun B]
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, *****es we controllin' na
Man, I'm Holdin na [x4] [Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I break the scene, way before
I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces, *****s could fade it
I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
****, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they damn near ****ted on themselves when we did it 'cause we holdin' na [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-Note]
I'm holdin' na, big
Benz looking swollen na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
Four TV's in my cars,
I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin' cause it platinum we shippin'
From Clover
Land to PA (Port Arson)
It be on for life
And if you ****ing with them boys, you might lose your life
*****s runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
And if we ? at the light you might lose your ice
It's the C the
N to the O-
T-E And you can crown me like a king, like my *****s
UG I put it down for
Botany and that
SUC We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it
H-O-T ***** we holdin' na [Chorus]
Going down, say *****, tell me what you think about me?
I keep a bad yellow hammer ***** cooking
G's And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these
R&B *****es on they knees
I pimp so hard
I was ****ing up the game
*****, you're a lame you ain't holding like
Sweet James
They ? on my phone, call me
Sir Jones
Make a lot a money, so
I keep the chrome 20's on the car, keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood, playing above the law
Hustlas, ballers, selling boys cane
**** y'all ***** *****s too, it's whatever y'all wanna do... do [Chorus: Bun B]
Dollars, we foldin' na, slab, we rollin' na, *****es we controllin' na
Man, I'm Holdin na [x4] [Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I break the scene, way before
I became a teen
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated, so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces, *****s could fade it
I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene, make the on me cream
And my money went from green to poppin' chrome
Plus I Got my self a yellow jazzy (?) to bone
Got the home and the cars, got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days, it wasn't nothing like that
****, I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they damn near ****ted on themselves when we did it 'cause we holdin' na [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-Note]
I'm holdin' na, big
Benz looking swollen na
Because we young, they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na, cigars, we be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
Four TV's in my cars,
I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin' cause it platinum we shippin'
From Clover
Land to PA (Port Arson)
It be on for life
And if you ****ing with them boys, you might lose your life
*****s runnin' in your crib, you might lose your wife
And if we ? at the light you might lose your ice
It's the C the
N to the O-
T-E And you can crown me like a king, like my *****s
UG I put it down for
Botany and that
SUC We hit the spots on all the blocks, we keep it
H-O-T ***** we holdin' na [Chorus]
