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Where we at with it Let's get it Short SK, niggas said they Heffin’, but they jeffin' (Yeah) Original Coolio concrete, yeah, two-two-seven (Yeah) The Legend of Zelda, me and Rocks was the first ones For the lunatics, dropped a song 'bout them Force Ones I was rockin’ Unos (Ayy), fresh up out the youth homes Charged me as an adult, since then I been too grown (Uh) Nobody couldn't tell me I was headin' up the wrong road Drug dealin', thuggin', young nigga with a old soul Rose gold wires, hoppin' out the Panamera Two twin Glocks with thirties, call 'em Tia and Tamera Fours on the Riviera (Skrrt), VLONE in the Carrera Leone, that Sierra, couple whole ones in the spare Caught your baby in the mirror puttin' on her mascara Couldn’t tell her we was dirty ’cause I didn't wanna scare her This the reason I was spirit, told her keep me in her prayers We be wreakin’ all the havoc, we be bringin' all the terror (I am the one) I flipped a file cabinet in my meeting with the execs I need another advance, I need it ASAP Formula One, Maseratis and race tracks Form an opinion on us, just take a breath Songtexte[?] keep us in the neck when I'm depressed Holla at a nigga, break bread, throw it back my way We down in Miami, my bitch said, "Dale" Jacuzzi with the shottay, don't hop out your body Hunnid dollar sangria, Santa Maria (Yeah) They think we doin’ black magic whenever we re-up Kiwi color 'Ghini truck, niggas see we up (Damn) Athletic niggas better get they Wheaties up M-16, no BB gun, never see me run (Uh) Me and Chuck the new DMC and Run Pimp C and Bun, brodie got the [?] We be like, "Hell yeah, we finna do well there" Long as there's a scale there, yeah Have 'em waitin' in line like they in welfare, yeah Trap rollin' like a wheelchair (Right, right) The dope so good, that drug be still here, yeah Do the dash in a Porsche 'til the engine sound hoarse (Yeah) Spent fuckin' up a check, never gave it no remorse (Hah) Used to run that A-Z just to bring 'em back North (Yeah) I was paranoid as Hell with them pictures in the door (Yup), for real My right hand turn left and squeal Put my shooters on his momma, better give her a shield Hit her at the stop sign, car came to a yield One call turn his whole life to Amityville, yeah Y'all don't play how we play (Nah) Spendin' bands back to back, no DJ I been in my bag since potato sack relays Only difference now is pissin' off the DA (Uh-huh) Yeah, she know the whip a hunnid thousand (Thousand) Big shoes on the whip, the coupe's clownin' (Coupe clownin') No cap, what I look like, Steve Stoute? (Steve Stoute) All this water on my neck, my shit a fountain Homie made football, shit gone and I took off Truck of niggas pushin' chinstrap through the toolbar Never been a cue ball, yeah, I knock a few off You could have the stripes, I keep the solid like a two-ball Off the corner, in the pockets, that's how I aim and shoot Line this pool stick up and make sure I follow through Off the break, finna skate off a plate, that's a eight Bring another case, you better pay me my rate So tell me what you want I'ma tell you what you don't I need you run that dishwasher, put the dishes up And I really 'preciate it, used a coaster for that cup, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania