thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
mami i don't dance
i rock
i bop
i half a ounce of? in my sock
i'm hot
if i like it i'ma cop it on the spot
why not
these haters still won't give me my props
i'm shot
i do it for the concrete
the curb
the block
all i got is the street
my word
my glock
these little niggas emulatin' me know why
know why
know why
cause i'm a play b-o-y
hey. pull up in a benz
hoodie and my timbs
hologram rims
a lot of benjamins
i shop till i drop
i stunt when i want
rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
now i can take a shit on all of y'all
dump after dump
i'm high when i'm drunk
havin' lunch at the trunk
don't front
and get to rockin'
and my cliqee is poppin'
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
i ain't a come up
i got the louis black
hydraulics on the 'lac
i pop and whooly that
now we got enough toys to knock the city back
beef and broccoli fitted cap
he's the rockiest in rap
they copyin' my moves i cruise on twenty-two's
big pools
money and jewels
that's all i never lose
the illest never one at a time
just by the two's
and oh
you should see what my song make 'um do
uh
if you come from the bottom put your hands up
the hood? got the rap then put your hands up
you and your cliqee get it poppin' put your hands up
if you front i'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs
now put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. yeah. man i don't give a fuck what you said. now put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. put um up. yeah. yeah. yeah.!