[Talkin: Chevy P] So talented I am Oh! this rap shit gon get me rich Hey! I got to have it Daddy gotta eat Listen listen this p nigga [Chorus:] U don
already know Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy [Sean Paul] They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P
Bumpin' that Love To Hate From Bash and T-Boz Apple over silver Candy paint dripper Pull the top back and blow the smoke out the swisha Chevy strikin'
ya boots You can get it Nicki and dirty money shit ya draws When I count to three hit the floor Damn lil mama pick up ya jaw Thas here the chevy 64
you come When you need it, want it, don't got it, in the drought Looking for a good price Hit 95 south K's as in kilos P's as in pounds E as in ex,
t-r-a-p-s-t-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it) And she likes it I'm a t-r-a-p-s-t-ar Keep
Well I thought all my friends were sane then I met this kid in the fourth grade "let's go throw rocks through the neighbor's windows" I wanna know what
dog, no camera Ride the short bus And I'm boomin' and I'm bunkin' Hit the classroom and you know I'm flunkin' Tropicana Chevy orange sord of like a pumpkin
Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on my P
hoes) Attic Crew you already know Lil' John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul Let me tell ya like dis here boy They callin' me to come back to the streets Sean P
the 'Tics do a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip
G, I'm underground 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed
bottom, dawg, this where you come When you need it, want it, don't got it, in the drought Lookin' for a good price? Hit 95 South K's as in, P's as in
the street like a pot hole We pot hold, in the backwoods 2 tone box Chevy with the black hood Seats come out all packed up P's for the 18 like a Mac truck
to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may begin (Chevy P) What up dum-dum?
broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some
other day You know what I'm sayin? Talkin 'bout "say Bun B Bun B you gon' rep for P-A on this album?" I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the
[T.I. talking] Aye, aye Bun who did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground
