what's the dealy my nigga
you feelin' this and all of my fellas pimpin' from the dirty south
out here to south central
north carolina up in here
y'all know what time it is
give me bass with my trebble
give me space for my fellas
aftermath staff to the cotton picking south baby
i stole the blueprints from the motherfucking government house
and i ain't held a nigga hand since my daddy ran out
what you know about not having to remix shit
if you made the original hot you wouldn't have to do that
and this a motherfucking club banger
petey cheese steaks up with all that vinegar man
i bootleg my shit on the street and sell it myself
why you think i'm always grinning
i stay a step ahead of these niggaz
motherfucker i'm up on these niggaz
ain't tryin' to use it either
baby i done revvin' it up
i got a money bucket on me
and i'm a fill that bitch up
so what if i wanna buy another car
i wanna get another truck
as long as y'all ask for it
i don't keep many spastics till the man put the tag on it
good as some sunday dinner country corn bread
dope like a west coast cali hallway
give it like you wanna get it
ain't that what dogg said
give me the right producer
you'll get ya one of these
i make ya move your feets
i tear the club to pieces
bring out the paper plates