me Why I did what I did pull a quick one on love I didn't pull she pushed I've had enough so I'm movin' on up I didn't climb on ride on any kinda freeway
I'm a grown man, ya'll kids like big bird Look dog, man, I don't think you heard Hit um up, spit um up, get um up, word. Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got
tonight It's on me but if I die, bury me a motherfuckin' G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools
a groove Everybody move Everybody movin' yeah. Everybody move. Yeah. Get on up Get on up Get on up, get on up, get on up and dance (yeah) Play that beat
Hey girl, you frontin on that phone That cellular phone ain't workin What's that? Pre-paid, from J&J And your voice mail is off, cause I called you So
can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin that stink up It's
cops Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that
wit nerds Im a grown ass man, yall kids like big bird Look dog, man I don't think you heard Hit um up, Spit um up, Get um up, Word. [Chorus] Fizzo Got
true People say Warren where'd you get that speech In the sandy city right down by the beach Speak, don't speak on, if you wanna speak on If you wanna get yo' groove on, L O C on
started off with nothing Now I'm platinum plaque made Back then they ain't want me Now they all up in my face I ball up in the club 24s and up Yeah my
me movin a million miles a minute Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not Sleepin on cots,
you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band Man I'm just super fly, two for five, bake the bait
quarter key Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on
up on charges like I was a felon There was no tellin', when I was strikin' had you swellin' Cruisin' in my lands, watch the police how they be gellin' Lock you up
up Your whole damn crew will get wet up Nineteeen ninety-four in the house we won't let up Yes, the freestyle flow on and on
for me, yeah) And all my down south shorties Come on do that thang, come on (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) And all my east coast shorties Come on
