歌詞: Young Buck. 3 Kings.
[Jazze Pha]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[Bridge-Young Buck x2]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws
Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- Young Buck]
Im in the porche, no passenger
Feelin like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See did nobody give me shit, i got my ass on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you aint never took the loss
Some birds never lend it, but at least i didnt get caught
We dont even use scales niggas break off a brick
Whatever over is yours homie just take it and get
They gave Big Paul life, but i aint thankin about stoppin
Cause soon he tried to quit, thats when the feds came got em
Aint nothin in my name and 50 cleaned up mine
Im still paranoid though from what i left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin wit buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin in cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together nigga, the streets finna eat
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- T.I.]
Remember standin in the trap with 5 of 6
Over a vision and a pyrex
The nigga that ordered that quarter key aint even came by yet
Blew a whole "O" of dro and i aint even high yet
Spent 4 G's or more and i aint even fly yet
Viper truck daily grill big wheel pimpin
And they done gave us 20 mill, we a big deal pimpin
Think we fakin what we spittin better get real pimpin
'cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin
Get it how you used to live it, keep on fakin for the women
The life we all make descions even with faces with collisions
Like me at 13 out with no supervision
Straight thug livin, bumpin prov drug dealing
Seen daily on the block, need yay we on the block
Keep the hatin to yourself cause that AK be on the block
Dougy see me in V, me and K-T we in the drop
Went from standin the block with rocks standin on the top
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- Young Jeezy]
1 for the bread and 2 for the blow
Mr. 17-5, you damn right its gon snow
Told ya i was gonn blow, Kinky-B said so
If not, back to chargin 600 for a "O"
Aint nothin to a G-shit, i been here before
Alleyhoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turned a brick into a label, nigga im a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, i aint even gotta floss
I sold 2 million records, and half a million "O's"
Add it all up, its bout a billion rocks
You cant be serious, you niggas aint fo real
Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mill
Hit the body tap and blow half ya budget
I do it for the streets and muthafuckas love it
Just copped a new Bent, you know ya boy paid cash
Thats thug motivation for ya muthafuckin ass, wassup
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Bridge-Young Buck x2]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws
Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[Bridge-Young Buck x2]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws
Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- Young Buck]
Im in the porche, no passenger
Feelin like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See did nobody give me shit, i got my ass on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you aint never took the loss
Some birds never lend it, but at least i didnt get caught
We dont even use scales niggas break off a brick
Whatever over is yours homie just take it and get
They gave Big Paul life, but i aint thankin about stoppin
Cause soon he tried to quit, thats when the feds came got em
Aint nothin in my name and 50 cleaned up mine
Im still paranoid though from what i left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin wit buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin in cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together nigga, the streets finna eat
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- T.I.]
Remember standin in the trap with 5 of 6
Over a vision and a pyrex
The nigga that ordered that quarter key aint even came by yet
Blew a whole "O" of dro and i aint even high yet
Spent 4 G's or more and i aint even fly yet
Viper truck daily grill big wheel pimpin
And they done gave us 20 mill, we a big deal pimpin
Think we fakin what we spittin better get real pimpin
'cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin
Get it how you used to live it, keep on fakin for the women
The life we all make descions even with faces with collisions
Like me at 13 out with no supervision
Straight thug livin, bumpin prov drug dealing
Seen daily on the block, need yay we on the block
Keep the hatin to yourself cause that AK be on the block
Dougy see me in V, me and K-T we in the drop
Went from standin the block with rocks standin on the top
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Verse- Young Jeezy]
1 for the bread and 2 for the blow
Mr. 17-5, you damn right its gon snow
Told ya i was gonn blow, Kinky-B said so
If not, back to chargin 600 for a "O"
Aint nothin to a G-shit, i been here before
Alleyhoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turned a brick into a label, nigga im a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, i aint even gotta floss
I sold 2 million records, and half a million "O's"
Add it all up, its bout a billion rocks
You cant be serious, you niggas aint fo real
Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mill
Hit the body tap and blow half ya budget
I do it for the streets and muthafuckas love it
Just copped a new Bent, you know ya boy paid cash
Thats thug motivation for ya muthafuckin ass, wassup
[Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
I was standin on the corner slangin 'caine
(Tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
(I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it
[Bridge-Young Buck x2]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws
Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws
Young Buck