I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come do what they do, and put they work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play Like
city on lock so here's the key Keep it movin', haters faces tattooed In a colorful Gators with players Throw your hands up if you gettin' that paper It's major
[Static Major:] I'm just go wait 4 u... Wenever u ready I'm pimpin like this pimping Like that We pimpin like this pimping Like that [x2] [Hook:] It
[Intro: Lil Wayne] + [Static Major] Uh huh, No homo, Young Moolah baby I said he so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper So I let her lick the rapper
my chair when the shit hit the bassment look this aint just a song its a statement my intent was never to exploit my descent when it went national it was a major
be doing her wild I don't rap but I sing But I'm doing my thing K-young and vibe kings Baby holla at cha boy Did you know, I produced this track I get major
ghetto area seen? I haffa watch my back too much crack seen? Watch yourself 'cuz nuff homicide a gwan in de area I hear some niggaz clockin' major on
'm only twenty with plenty to spend, now get the picture I got a twenty three glock with hollow shots that'll get ya A forty caliber causing major disaster
. I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a Little rhyme with authority, superiority And captivate the whole crowd's majority
Minor turns to major and fades without decay dim resonance a high-pitched mechanical hum that runs like the voice of a ladybug. Turns out, it's really
still awake You never know who understands and Are you out there, can you hear this? Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis I was out here listening all the time And though the static
remember those you chase to forget back when ya ears was wet and now ya preachin' ya releasin' mini-tec I need a mic check because da static come sparatic
, who knows I got ghetto funk Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts So now they cling like static
atrocity At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing Tackling the majority
alone. This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines that score the sky, that's how you know this is a major nexus.
device, my crew get nice, we shoot dice Doin' callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics The Asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic You don't want no static
in prison And a whole new style of livin We are at an all time low like jacques cousteau We got the minors and the majors and I just went pro I'm like
Kelly, T.I., Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil' Wayne,..) Whoo! Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light... [Fat Joe:] Static