(feat. Big Gipp, Lil' Flip)
You gotta be blind to sell more records than me boy
I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy
I'm about to round princess cut and bagette boy
I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy
We driving vets and bentley coupes boy
I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the truth boy
I do some shit that you can't even do at all boy
Come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop boy
What are you doing in me yard
You can run two miles and you still in my yard
Quarter Quarters Nickels Dollars Dimes everytime boy
Butterfly my 84', fly first class boy
Dipping through the hood candy coated paint boy
Triple zero dope sacks no tax boy
You walk fast, well I slow-poke boy
You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy
I keep a crease in my Dickies when I corner hang
I love to sip champangne, funny ass names
Ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie
Love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis'
Shingles hanging from the end of my pants boy
They love to see me do the old man dance boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
We like to see em' drop it down
I got that 62 inch Maybach boy
My big clover cost the price of ten bricks boy
Sshhh.... 'cause I'll have Al Capone at your house boy
Pull up in my drop top, you like boy
To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy
I'm hopping out with 3000 dollar tennis boy
The gameover, bitch, you know my name boy
You better free Will Lean and Pimp see boy