Word up, yeah
Yeah, it's goin down
Yeah, okay
That's how we do it nigga
Word
This for the big things man
Niggas constantly puttin on they
I don't know man
Ladies and gentlemen, right now
Ayo, basically man
I'm in the spot chillin
Mad dollar smokin pot man we top billin
Chicks come around they know how we get down
Yeah they know it's on and poppin when we hit town
Pull the drinks out it's on from the get go
We get dough, from the way we spit flow
And ayo, the whole spot's jumpin
Music bumpin, shorty's shake and rumpin
I'm in there, burnin trees with the tree man
The place packed with Bad Boy, it's L.B. fam
Chicks out in number rush, that's a good thing
Peep what the hood bring, nigga ch-ching
The music got me open
I'm bouncin with this chick on the floor
She talkin like, "Gimme some more"
Ayo we, spend the cash, blunts gettin passed
Talkin, chips and smash, tryin to, hit that ass and
What you call that shit? (Ayo)
P. Diddy did it, hit it with all them freaks (Yeah)
'Fore it's over we'll be hittin all that meat
So we bop a little bit, cough a little bit
Straight shots of liquor when we ball that beat
Gotta make 'em bounce, gimme more of that beat
Every borough dog, every hood, every street
Lay back a little bit, no rock a little bit
Straight act illiterate
I'm burnin herb at the table that says reserved
Pause, guess I'll spend cash and get to the curb
I take a look see, who grabbin on my shirt?
A shorty with a fat fatty, yeah that'll work
She wanna get the groove on, well okay then
She likes me, invites me to the playpen
Shit, you say when
Started dancin, turned it around and gave it here (Oh yeah)
Why not? Her looks and her toes hot
Nails painted lovely, drinks and she blows spot
Ayo a chick with cash applies weed
Ayo that's that ass that I need
I did the "Fella Drummin'" dance with the breakdown
I two-stepped it from the big beat break sound
Do the dance and you move like a pro
Turn it around, yo you the best, let's go
What you call that shit? (Ayo)
P. Diddy did it, hit it with all them freaks
'Fore it's over we'll be hittin all that meat
So we bop a little bit, cough a little bit
Straight shots of liquor when we ball that beat
Gotta make 'em bounce, gimme more of that beat
Every borough dog, every hood, every street
Lay back a little bit, no rock a little bit
Straight act illiterate
I'm up at the bar, I got the chain swingin
Trees in a nigga hand and my dame's clingin
I'm inside the spot I rep with the hardware
The DJ want to know, let him know the God here
You know me, I'm low-key, man I'm hangin back
You can dance with my chick, man I'm bangin that
The drinks goin down, the music got me hype
The smoke that I got from cousin L, yeah it got me right
Yo I can't call her, I get my fix on
I bounce with my chick off of this, this my chick's song
We on the dance floor, we throwin L's man
We gettin naughty, love the way shorty smells man
One family, the mad dollar niggas
We pop bottle niggas, hard ask to follow niggas
Regulate type, smash at her tape like
Love the streets, man we creeps on a late night
What you call that shit? (Ayo)
P. Diddy did it, hit it with all them freaks
'Fore it's over we'll be hittin all that meat
So we bop a little bit, cough a little bit
Straight shots of liquor when we ball that beat
Gotta make 'em bounce, gimme more of that beat
Every borough dog, every hood, every street
Lay back a little bit, no rock a little bit
Straight act illiterate
What you call that shit? (Ayo)
P. Diddy did it, hit it with all them freaks
'Fore it's over we'll be hittin all that meat
So we bop a little bit, cough a little bit
Straight shots of liquor when we ball that beat
Gotta make 'em bounce, gimme more of that beat
Every borough dog, every hood, every street
Lay back a little bit, no rock a little bit
Straight act illiterate
Ball that beat man
Every street man
Oh, yeah
What?
Ball that, yeah
All them freaks
Right
L.B. fam
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