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Chorus x2
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stuntin
Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
All the haters get to runnin when they hear that choppa drummin, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumpin
Yung Joc
Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
My rhymes like crack, fiends screamin, "gimmie that!"
I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
Need a desert eagle, reefer smellin like a skunk
Got a b*tch named Judy, with a real big booty
Blue star keep a nigg* riding cuji
If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
I beat the block up
You can hear me when I'm comin
If it's a problem then the choppers start drummin, drummin
Chorus x2
My flip birds
Your flip burgers
My got work
Your just workers
My , we get heard
Your is unheard of
My murder
Your get murdered
My wet
Your get drenched
My play the field
Your ride bench
My is quarterbacks
Your just recieve
With a single flinch boy, your retreat
My take the coke and they let the s**t cook
Your experiment with dope and get hooked
Now ain't that something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds
Chorus x2
I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
Let my chain swng, with a limp in my walk
Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
Everybody know that I do it for the hood
Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
Word on the street, Joc got the heat
Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
When ya add it up now I'm drinkin rent money
My wrist gone froze
Make em jump out of they clothes
Go ahead drink tonite, cuause tommorrow you gotta go
Chorus x2
Ha ha ha, nigg*
Rookie of the year, play ya postition nigg*, ya'll fk boys stop ya husstlin, ya'll know how we
do it. Ya'll know what it is. All the way from the motherfkin west side to the south side nigg*. ML
king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny. Whats up Koolaide? Yeeaahh. Rest in peace my
nigg* Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfkin southside nigg*.
College Park! Ya know what I'm talkin about. Born and raised, Shady P nigg*. What it is. I see ya out
there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigg*? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigg*. Ain't nothin but
love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. b*tch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up
next nigg*. And I'm outta here.
