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[Intro:] [Ludacris:] "Stand up! " [x4] "Oh! " [repeated several times] [Talking over Intro: Lil' Scrappy] Heeey, you know how we do it shorty Heeey This for the hoes And the rich ass niggaz And the entrepreneur niggaz man (Southern Smoke) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Yeah, I got a lot of vehicles, you see my whole gang On the feet are and we hoggin up the whole thang The way they dancin got it lookin like it's "Soul Train" Steady tippin toward niggaz on them vogues and swangs Extended out, six inches past the side of the vogue Get on your knees, the decision she decided was "no" Got the deal, now the dirty chick decided to blow Can't see the dirt that she doin from outside of the O A little slow or screw it, yeah, the windows what I mean We foggin up all the glass, like the windows isn't clean Either you do or don't know, there is no in between SongtexteFlick sucks, I pick up, the remote and switch the screens Steppin out the velour like she want me to do her Like she want me to pull a weapon and do somethin to her Ger her wet, them channel says by King Johnny The Jeweler My band's invisible nigga, it's King Koopa The Ruler A little cracker disease (southern Smoke), keep a couple of clips Ain't trippin so we just show our love to the chicks By sayin I got no beef, but please show me your tits Your backstage, I'm the one that you should lick, lick, lick Don't spit and you legit, I'm feelin your race Can't really tell what you are, but still feelin your face You fine, go get another chick with similar traits I got somethin I'm not really sure that'll fit in your waist Yeah I'm cocky, but I will right hook you like Rocky And knock me, a nigga to the moon, you got me? With your chick in the men's bathroom at the Roxy She like "Papi, last time this how my man caught me" Jacki-O chick "Pussy" had you whopped like boxing "I'll Na Na", you have that ass whopped like Foxy I must be the black Hugh Hef of the pop scene I pop bottles, got a lot of hoes, and got cream Now Jessica Simpson, Jessica's pimp son Get a couple chicks and tell Jessica - pick one Both of y'all come with me, do it 'til the dick done After you done, move over there and switch hun (southern Smoke) [Break: Chamillionaire - talking] Hahaha, hold up boy Back up off that CD player mayne Right now your listenin to the number one DJ in the South - DJ Smallz You my dog man, you do it big like that Chamillitary mayne [Chorus: Lil' Scrappy w/ ad libs] That's it (that's it), a nigga just tryin to get rich (get rich) Stuff my pockets 'til my pants can't fit (can't fit) Money, power, fame, and then fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch) Yeah, shorty that's it, my nigga that's it (that's it) A nigga just tryin to get rich (get rich) Stuff my pockets 'til my pants can't fit (can't fit) Money, power, fame, and then fuck a bitch (hey) Yeah, shorty that's it, my nigga that's it [Verse 2: Lil' Scrappy] I'm havin dreams of hoes and fancy clothes But a young nigga know, which way to go I ain't stuntin, your whack bitch cause I'm out the door If you ain't gettin money, what you want me for? I ain't tryin to talk to you, while I'm rollin the dro I can't wait to you blow, you can leave me alone My clique don't drink Goose, cause we off Patron I know a lot of hood niggaz, so I'm puttin them on I got beef with shorty (southern Smoke), but it's okay I beat your ass, then fuck your bitch the same day The niggaz that know me, know I don't play Before I clear the case out, throw that up in your face Between hoes and money, I paper chase That'll show you how much a real G can make I ain't only feedin me, I got to feed my baby Just like God can judge me, he the only one can save me And the nigga George Bush want to take me to slavery [Outro: Lil' Scrappy - talking] (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) You know how we do it shorty I'm just tryin to get rich y'all, I'm sorry I'm drunk, in the studio, smoke, you know Naw I'm not drunk, I'm high, my bad [Talking: Chamillionaire] Chamillitary mayne Aus Songtexte Mania