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[dre]
A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe)
Yall hear my shit go, its andre. can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
You dont know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
Is what i say, best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...yall can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you cant take the temp
Make yourself exempt
Pussy footin around dont be gettin yall nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die
By gettin blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why i do the things i do
I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, thats my problem
Turnin and walkin away, this aint gon work when they be robbin
As long as big bois still livin, never standin by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Chorus(2x)
Aint no thang but a chicken wang
We havin a smoke out in the dungeon with the mary jane
Its just a pimps(players), mack daddies(east point)
Its all about that ses in yo chest(its the joint)
[big boi]
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
Its that nigga down in the dungeon with them playeristic hits
Im quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, its the
Original ghetto bastard, so now i makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
Im makin southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens