a thinker, homey [Down:] Just like you [B-Real:] I'm a sinner and a winner, ese [Down:] Just like you [B-Real:] Gettin' money, no dummy, homey [Down:] Just like you
you why the funk be deep Do you really know where ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like
niggas everyday! Initiation spray a nigga wit an a-k Block parties drinkin' 40's smoke somethin' wit meeee We like to roll tightly without the seeds Like kilo
grazed, muthafucka You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up nigga, You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga I got a k, but
you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless
flip young boys like a ki of soda It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map And we don't give a f**k I drop bombs like a jap And throwed tracks, and
Shorty Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty Money is no object for this killa project You always have my back, my number one soldado Caballo a low-low that bounce like a
beat the beat up you know? You already know what I'm about homie I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie You can go by what you hear through
my K.A go round and round I turn a stupid ass smile upside down First a studio, then a video, then we do a show Count my cash flow Then I fuck a hoe,
Just getting my money All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me Just getting my money I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see Just getting my money Mack
You can't stop what you can't get up to touch You wanna be down, be down where we stay up Droppin' bombs bout' to blow up Sure 'nuff it's a hold up on
ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'? I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] I'm mad... Refrain: (here's a
ha ha, now who's laughin'? I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] I'm mad... Refrain: (here's a little
taste like shit ass niggaz, See myself a smokin pistol, when I look in the mirror, Its like a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha) You never
in a ga-gangsta, a-stacking change Respect the So-a-Southside, ru-a-running thangs Ain't no beefing with the No-a-North, ain't no pl-a-plex Just collided
pack see a nigga like me just had to attcack jr high I ain't have no sack lunch in fact I used to flip a quarter get like me for change now I flip quarter
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight f**k
