on spinning come on [Hook] (Who is that) In a brand new fo' do', candy Cadillac (Who is that) In the bed with your bitch, hitting that ass from the back (Who is that
didn't hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo] Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don't
what you weight gimme mo' [Verse 2 - J-Bo] I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
the four door Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain Who got the green, who
, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold grillin Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car slidin That
and we actin', and cuttin' the fool For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know That them
mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is
the best the boy scout is who I be..... ...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud Hah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X) Verse Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow eenie....meenie miney mo Throw that
the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the
move in. Verse 1: The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch But I'll blast ya, never call ya master Who is that kickin up shit much faster
up punk It’s the nigga you love to hate You ain’t all that That’s all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain’t nobody’s bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done
'm at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy The man in me is ready for war, like
go, don’t they know that I'm gone They know I'm space shuttle level they need oxyg-g-g-gen Don’t they know that they born? Don’t they know that I yawn
bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
[Romeo]: Who that girl, who that girl… (We got ‘em with this one Akon, huh) Ask my boy like who that girl, who that girl… (I mean city to city, country
is claimin’ she’s goin’ out with you, hmm...hmm... All we do is make up Then break up Why don’t we wake up And see When love hurts It won’t work Maybe
