[Talkin: Chevy P] So talented I am Oh! this rap shit gon get me rich Hey! I got to have it Daddy gotta eat Listen listen this p nigga [Chorus:] U don
Well I thought all my friends were sane then I met this kid in the fourth grade "let's go throw rocks through the neighbor's windows" I wanna know what
dog, no camera Ride the short bus And I'm boomin' and I'm bunkin' Hit the classroom and you know I'm flunkin' Tropicana Chevy orange sord of like a pumpkin
Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my P
hoes) Attic Crew you already know Lil' John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P
the 'Tics do a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip
G, I'm underground 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed
bottom, dawg, this where you come When you need it, want it, don't got it, in the drought Lookin' for a good price? Hit 95 South K's as in, P's as in
the street like a pot hole We pot hold, in the backwoods 2 tone box Chevy with the black hood Seats come out all packed up P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may begin (Chevy P) What up dum-dum?
broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some
other day You know what I'm sayin? Talkin 'bout "say Bun B Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?" I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the
[T.I. talking] Aye, aye Bun who did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground
you see) In My Hood (Tragedy, in My Hood) (Look around and tell me you're free) (Come with me to My Hood) [Killah Priest] We've got Powerules and P-stones
month, I'ma smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
we all in together now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work Mashin in my Chevy
mothafucka would Houston, Dallas come into they hood Ay, I wish a mothafucka would I keep a fresh pair of one's on my feet And double deuces on da Chevy
T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s
