me Come on [Chorus (ad-libs)] Tear the club up Ohhh Whoaaaaa Ohhh Everybody to the floor Oh Oh oh oh oh He-hey All my ladies Everybody to the
through Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case So I be mucho luciano, true low You know b-o be in montigo bay sunbathin
again another zone is gone MC's try to step they get lit and blown At the end the lights go out so before they do I'm a L B C on through, stayin' true
to be Oh Mister Cee is in the place to be And Miss Jones in the house most definitely Ax-el, ready to max well Ax-el, ready to max well The B to the
food? Competition I just devour like a pitbull against a Chihuahua Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn I got it good, now let me tell you who I am The B
a lot of muthafuckas start they day like this [louieville sluggah] But they'll be no more smoke for me Pull up the henny, so I can feel my bod drizzy And max
candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah [Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B]
yeah stud, you ain't know? I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you wanna be
I Duke it's a Hazard, so call me Boss Hog Or Roscoe Pecol, oh pain That's the sound of the Caravan running the train, yeah, yeah, bitch That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train Oh
lookin' hard Some for all my folkers on the boulevard Hah, oh, what dey know? Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey know? Oh, what dey know about this? Oh
Everybody is talking about blagism Shagism, dragism and madism Oh, ragism and tagism bob tailing Thisism, thatism, ism, ism, ism George Chisolm, yes
Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh
and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh
Oh, oh, hey Picture me and my gangsta girl, ridin' with the top back Bangin' Ne-Yo, my neck free yo, my Sox hat Tilted to the side like you know I get
up wit' all these questions? And what you kinda faded (Go) You talkin' to me like You talkin' to an adolescent (Jump off, jump off) Clothes (Come off, come off) Heard maze, Frankie B
phone rings in the house. MAX picks up the receiver.) MAX Yes? JOE Max, it's Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I
Niggaz is snakes, in other words just like jakes Yo, I sell raps, used to sell crack on crates Its like a stock that shot, oh look what it dropped Yo
my game got crushed Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin' 5 point Oh, twenty four K Daytons Oh-oh,