'm looking so crazy in love's Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love Check it, let's go Young Hov y'all know when the flow is loco Young B and the R O C, uh oh Ol' G
I'm shittin' on niggas and peein' on the seat It's that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the
it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard It could be, it should be,
mind is like I got it on an I.V. cuz I need it to survive Me, ???, and President Franklin got more than Felentine Man, yeah I could elaborate but it
we ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it Still on that front street Fuckin? with them young G's Cicero
you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it (But) Who did it? (Yep) I did it YB, that's the
wind it, Cuz, that natural "G" is in me! I wanna rock with my lil' bros! (What up?!) I'm on my "MINDLESS BEHAVIOUR" So, please forgive my flows! Now, let
Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-
girl B'cause I can't let her go I can't let her go I can't let her go I can't let her go Holdin' it now I'm sixteen hold it down When Hova's done, tell
a 9 See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like mine Y'all might roll with a squad but it ain'
G's on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh
and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
it I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt Don't test me though, homie I might do it Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it It was
Somebody say, say A lemme hear you say, say, say Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life? It was wrong before but this time it's right It's
slippin' with a bitch, niggas know that shit Hit me at the room when the hoes come It be at 301 we callin' for some Where they at B-Legit where they at? Let
Beat your ass to death with a S-950 It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament But you can smell it 'cause it sho' got a funky scent It's called
-ant banks- Ahhhhhh shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding
[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse
