lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even, me and Jay-Z got
Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Z
won't forget your name You held it down long enough Let me take those reigns And just like the spirit of commision remains Niggas cross the t's and dots
do this for Michael. You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for Yeah... Come on! Come On! Come On! Na, Na, Na
swangin from our balls Its bone thugs, mighty bone thugs Bone thug, bone, bone thug [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] I told em imma get up, get out and get something
get on So I can't wait 'till I get on Ima push these rides when I get on Spit these lines when I get on Ima be king when I get on So I can't wait
live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get
magician as marazo made a missin My dick is like a blow pop baby And if get?s stiff get some botax baby A show out baby now show me you gonna act right And
my back Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack I?ll probably go to jail for, naw that ain?t me I style crazy and act like Jay-Z The black Kojak, I get money and
could choose ta, sit in front of your computa Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House Get your suit up, you
't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there
doing where you going and can I come too and if I can imma be your man you could be my lady and have my baby and drive my car and drive me crazy wherever
and teams with collaboration Ladies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go [Royce and Cee-Lo] Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me
come on, we all spit it Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin', 'We did it' Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and
and off the mic, I always set trends Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short dog