Clap hands to the beat (To the beat) Oh just clap your to the beat (To the beat) Come on, clap your to the beat (To the beat) I say, your hands to the beat (To the beat)
Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you don't Uh huh 'n' you stop
We in this great state Eatin 'n' shrimp It's kinda hard to the crew we all got limps (Got limps)
We equipped with new kicks and Stetsons The super saggy and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, what I mean? You can feel us cool, we don't to be seen (Seen)
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be That free with an LP in circulation And we be wastin' Got them all state, all county, all rhymes (Rhymes)
It's all good times, thank the For dumb fuckin' people and card fraud We tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Step into your crib and have your whole stinkin'
Don't blink and don't think we're Hide your money and gold And don't express thoughts Uhh We get mad props, all shops stops on crews They get confused and lose, that's we do
Styles from pioneers Leavin' in awe You get jawed for lookin' Can you hear me or am I to the wall? (Wee) That's top dog out each and every one of y'all
You get balls, you and talk that shit But top dogs camp ain't nothin' to with And don't say we didn't ya I got this Detroit thang with more love California Drunk DJ Cognac dips Call me the sidekick, boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a in the breeze And I float through tracks a shark in the sea A wee bit shy, but I by me (Wee) And I'm a mean motherfucker when I to be
Thank young Gs' with sleeves and on hold placed in case somebody feels bold I told you ho's you fuck with these 'Cause I make papers then trees (Trees)
{See we in brotherhood forever is criteria You with top dog Your fuckin' family (Family)}
No I ain't feelin' ya, got all I can do to hear Any time you see me you should clear You see me in my I'm in the drinkin' Who you gonna bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'?
You can check me, but that shit don't You can get your life, took tryin' to my pride You ride with who, man that shit big I roll with dogs rock your wig And got gigs all money, Detroit to Cellular receivers and beepers is what were nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the on me, but the jokes on you (You)
I'm all the everyday nothin' at all See I'm not doin' very much, I'm havin' a ball I'm in bed by (Four) I'm up by (Noon)
I might sit around, I might me a tune I might go and again I might not I might get me a fourty or me some Scotch The watch on my wrist, that even exist A lot of pissed people appointments that I've missed
I dissed everybody and their Mom for 'Cause everybody's barkin', but nobody ever Your talkin' loud, nothin' Get you Dad, get your Go and get your boy 'cause as big as a house Now take your ass clickin' and get the fuck out (Fuck out)
I'm the estranged, I got domains like I live in plush with them hourly rates I do big plates times a day The crew be livin' at the seafood bay
Got a way with the and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no gamble Could handle anythin', but I ain't down for So before slides getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin rashes I lose a little with everyday that passes a masochistic, rock statistic Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic And get this, some say I changed
I'm the same motherfucker with the same old A little extra and extra cash, see You could fuck me, but don't put it me You wanna bash me and got no I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight (Wee)
I ain't a punk, I to be I live for is, not what used to be Your all up in the past, ash Hear I say "I'm all about today and I'm gonna die way"