(feat. Cool & Dre, Lil Wayne & others)
[Cool & Dre]
This is...This is
This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, It`s Weezy fucking baby
And if your woman looking, I`ll let the woman taste me
Okay now I`m with Khaled, we whylin in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile `em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don`t mean the club
I`m talking bout my crib, mama I`m trying to fuck
It`s Cash Money Baby, It`s Young Money Biatch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil` nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain`t Will Smith, nah, I ain`t a Fresh Prince
Nigga I`m a young king, nigga I`m a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain`t looking at y`all (She can`t see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, what it do, what it is
You ain`t never seen a player like this (Holla at me baby)
I`m a pimp, I`ll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I`m a monster, I do it real big
You ain`t never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I`m the shit
Scream at me what it do, what it is (What It Do)
[Paul Wall]
It`s Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pouring up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
Cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed glass
Getting cash is my number one task
Until I`m under the grass, that`s why I`m top of the class
I`m a grit boy looking for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there`s been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain`t tripping, I`m trill
That`s why I`m posted with Khaled cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain`t got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
and he`s pushing something far and it`s fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain`t jewels motherfucker you lose
I`ll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain`t even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfucking sex machine, Holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I`ma veteran, Million dollar president
Rick Ross, big chips, AK`s, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I`m the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the benz`s, Chrome on the Bentleys
Smoking on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to `em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
[Pitbull]
Aiyyo
It`s Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A.
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that suit ya
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where`s the lick?
That`s all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Palas and Caprices
These boys dirty, they`ll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera
[Chorus]
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