Bitch!
What's happenin'? What's happenin'?
You got to love this here, nigga
My boys, my Hot Boys
Juve and Jeezy
'Bout to lace this game nigga (aha, aha)
Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle
Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggas cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I play it every day all day
I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way
I represent mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my whole click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight do or die, we checkmate ho niggas
Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga
(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)
Let's get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and 'bout that action
Hooded up with them slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion (boo, boo, boo, boo)
I'm all about that luxury (luxury), I'm also 'bout
Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'mma be here fo' a minute (what else?), you gotta respect it (uh-huh)
There's a lot of niggas out here gettin' killed to accept it (bitch!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)
Charlie Hustle loaded in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass ho
Squattin' four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
Uh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap (burnt in my lap)
Smokin' trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
I don't associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin' it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons
Gangsters killers that might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigga-ish nigga roles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs (bitch!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)
Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints
Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' shit
Dyin', gon' be here past 99, slick
Rewind, these hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that ho Hot Boy in this bitch
So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick
Now, now
Here come the youngest (youngest), Wayne (Wayne), you can call me Weezy (Weezy)
Flyin up the interstate in a Lamborghini ('ghini)
Police right behind me, I'm drivin too fast
I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph (skrrt, what?)
I flipped off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my three's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boy go ahead (bitch!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)
Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)
Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)
I'm like that, it's like that (what?)
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me, bitch!)
E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby 32 Gold ya heard me?
The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
We connected nigga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy
Uhh, uhh (what? Bitch!)
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