Yeah Baby Out the pound (Priceless) Lookin' through Skyline (Always) Sittin' at the top play boy Sand beach water purple green money ya dig To the ceiling
the rapper dem And all the girls dem wit de biggest set a knocker dem Ya gotta love it when ya see a whole flock a dem Up in the club and ya boys taking
do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill
me and you We're the perfect two [Bridge:] You know that I'll never doubt ya And you know that I think about ya And you know I can't live without ya
Snap ya fingers, do ya step You can do it all by yo self Let me see you do it, ay Let me see you do it, ay Snap ya fingers, do ya step You can do it
, huh It's the boy, I said it's the boy I'm the boy, boy, boy, boy, Killa Boy, oh boy, boy, oh boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy, boy
, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy
Shootin at da cops- fuck one time. I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey, Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya
da cops, fuck 1 time I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray Love
summer and we coming for the comers and whoever among us and u kno imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head and Mack hold ya
nigga, they drop ya. Grab my pump, pump, cock the glock, shot ya. By tha gang wee let offs go bullet ranges. For tha same we comin' 2 serve ya.(Chorus
die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa Gotta get put that on all me reefer Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or The reaper will meet ya Bailin
this shit Man, I'm tellin' you, shit have you on the level Man, you need to put the weed down fuck wit this shit Boy, I'm tellin' you, boy This nigga
boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good mornin' Howdy, nine o'clock we meet my boy
mo', mo' thug Oh, well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin' that pistol and fetch ya Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap Stay packin' that gat in yo lap away So if ya
you for real?" Better chill or catch a reflex Have a nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!" [Thin C] Nigga you bound to get a hot one popped at ya
down boy You ready for the second go, you know it I go two or three hours and I'm sendin' these bitches off on their way See ya, you's a fool CJ Nigga
Only at the southside girl, gotcha in tha hood (Got me in tha hood) Southside, but it's all good (We goin' chill) ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya