Show, my man (Add on, add on!) A.G. my man (Add on, add on!) Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!) D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!) [D-Flow] Check it, I
Catch us on smokin groove Rules house of blues Mtv news On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco) Takin flicks Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen) Keep a shot runnin Now I’m on a
Sha-now in tropical later or here on the scene Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: rumpletilkinz I’m drizzy on may I’m be on the ill tate
with a skillet, nigga More rugged nigga, heat for the track I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back Now let me add a couple G's to
me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I'm at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, CTI, add gas What's a Molotov
a flight She'll suck a nigga dick for the flight but don't bite We gon' keep it on the low, no gossip and no hype My rubber on tight on the jet on the
but Everybody stagnant Everybody broke except the nigga on the track And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal, they made a hundred on the song Nigga I'm a
suburbs Come on Flap your wings Come on Flap your wings To the one's in the ghetto with their hands on their curves Come on Flap your wings Come on
call me a lie, while you five stand by I stand by tha captain Hoe play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends Seven days a
bitch like a movie star It's all game, I just wanna hit it quick Try to turn a bitch out so I can hit a lick And it's a trip, she's such a good bitch
it down and when they rush stand on my own two I'm out here slingin' bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up In the game and add a couple of dollar signs
out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail What the hell? What the fuck do you mean? Your boyfriend is a
on Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) A G, my man (Add on, add on) Ayo show, my man (Add on, add on) D-Flow, my man (Add on, add on)
Sha-Now in tropical later or here on the scene sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate
taught me how to add with Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table And coming home to a mothers love and good care Never wanted it was always enough
Sean told me in this world money aint a thing Its Young Money throwin hundreds Act like ya want it She know she want it on that pole Show me somethin Show
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians What ever you
me on Until Khaled turned up the volume Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin' Nas done told you come on homie we major Really Doe told you hoes where we stayin' G
