[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics You know that shit that hit
one stunna ma show a lil' somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil' somethin' Mmm, blow a lil' somethin' I got them thangs for a lil' nothin' If you got a lil' money
the one, 'cause she be that lady, hey! I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place
s "unity" in "opportunity" Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me Guess they wanna see me park it Lookin at my
departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless Might break a promise but never breaking the code Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds My block
whip on chrome in a minute In the zones in a minute Have my own in the minute So I only use the phone for a minute Tell my nigga write Tyson just send a Lil
on over to Houston, Texas, welcome to the Swisha House It?s the land of the trill, I'm coming live from the block I got my mind on my hustle, I'm tryna
my shots Man, all my niggaz carry bangers we feel like SWAT And that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts, come on All my niggaz, all my bitches
it out I opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pager's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my
't a problem, see my dough is like, whoa Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggaz like, whoa Floss the blue shrimp from two tenth like, whoa Faggot wanna peep my
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka [Petey Pablo] Carolina ??? I straddle the border I look hard up at my son and the south at my daughter Sink into my lemonade is my
Pop, lock, and knock yo nose You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo' I mop and glow The Feds tryin' to stop my dough They claim they caught me at
shows; pop lock and knock yo nose You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo' I +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough They claim they caught
A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot. (Haha, is that right?) And Phats Bossi. Yes. All of my niggas ridaz. Check it. Chorus *(Yukmouth)* All of my niggas ridaz
me tell you bout the birds and bees How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend don't like me, 'cause he don't get a fourth Of my
my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz don't dance
all y'all I done had my share of *** with long hair Short do like Kalissa, Halle in 'Boomerang', yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop top In Miami Beach when Lil
