Hey you feel this, another click classic, the real genuine no theatrics
Mother fucker I, backs flips over any y’all actresses

Tracks in the fam, all wacks is in

You ain’t fooling no one when you move like that

Got my mind in a pretzel, what to do with that

You got that extra extra, I’m trying to find out

Make your boy wanna call a time out


Fuck the chit chat, yo son
Let me hit that so I can kick back and concentrate on getting big cash

Got this that, hit that, never gonna quit that

Fresh like a tik-tak, respect yeah I get that


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Now when you catch me on the scene I play the gentlemen’s role

Step to the flow with a real, genuine stroll

Throw a glance at shorty and she do that dance

Backing up on the champ, that’s a steady advance


I love unleashing the freak in a girl

Back shots and hand-cuffs, we in our own world

Got the champagne chilling it feels so right

Cos usually by now I know she’s not my type

So grap my arm if your rolling with me

To the after party, where’s VIP

And the VSOP, it’s all on me

Plus there’s plenty of haze you know what I mean


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Rap dude smack you i don’t got an attitude
Grab you slash you this is how i battle cruise

Straight to the centre caution do not enter

I be eating rappers i ain’t even meant to

I’m a little mental stab you with a pencil

I can see through you kind of like a stencil


I’m built tough no ford here rap top speed
No fourth gear

dark side beats no force here

Crew on top no falls dear



Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids
Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live



The bell tolls with the reapers glory

What you seen in life you couldn’t read in story

You people bore me you see me snoring

I be up all night don’t see the morning

Leave you john doe till you peoples mourning

Now i hit the sky so you can see me soaring


You ain’t so tough with that bad boy tuck

Ima get it how i’m living ima walk the walk outline my lines
I rap through thought

body bag the verse outlined in chalk


Eh yo i hate this beat
I hate these rhymes

The life i live is a life of crime


Here i be there it is
Hide your wife hide your kids

Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live

Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang
I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back

baby you could keep on moving

ima keep smoking this cuban

You ain’t even gotta talk cuz your english ain’t that fluent

We going big we going in

acting retarded and drinking gin


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it ain’t no thang

I like them rock and roll

bitches with the ripped up jeans


Get that paper do your thing

lets just make these bitches scream




Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang

I just wanna break that chicken wing

I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain

I don’t care if she got brains

she got a fat ass

I wanna tap that

its looking at me i’m looking right back


Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump

Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front

Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun

Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk




Yeah we got swag

turn it up you know it aint no thang

I like them rock and roll
bitches with the ripped up jeans