Uhh, uhh, uhh Hey yo "Walk Witt Me," still got the hawk with me But tonight I'm not usin it, gun not shootin it Feel good, it's nice outside Put your seat back, let's go for a ride You know where I'm headed first, 3-5-4 Hop out, send somebody to the liquor store Might even cop a dutch, who got haze? And I don't even smoke but today I'm ready to blaze Then I'm headed to Warburton in front of the store Get some cuffs for my niggaz then, drink some more Then I gotta go through the hole, you know what I'm sayin? Plus basketball started and my niggaz is playin Then I might go to Mount V to check my dawgs See who's out on the ave, hop out the Nav' It's just a beautiful day Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
[Chorus: x2] White tees, white Airs fit beautifully Benz Coupe, rims spinnin, Jake hatin me But that's my life ("my life, my life, my life, MY LIFE") my life In the sunshine ("In the sunshine! .. Everybody loves the sunshine!")
[Sheek Louch:] Uhh, that's enough, niggaz gotta see some bitches now Next stop, Sheek headed to the Boogie Down Straight to Fordham, it's 20 to one I can't wait to bust off and I ain't talkin my gun I see mami with her kids, still lookin good Keep your head up mama, even though you still in the hood Then I'm off to Dykeman & Post, back to Broadway Dominican mamis, they out there all day I sign a autograph, make mami laugh Ask her did she ever take a Crist' bubble bath I cop a mixtape and cruise through the Boogie Down I'm on Broadway, GOTTA go to Harlem now I can't forget my sisters, my queens You beautiful things - word up Cause it's a beautiful day Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
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[Sheek Louch:] Yeah.. yeah.. yo, uhh I'm on the Westside of 1-2-5th by Jimbo's Cop a turkey burger, that's where everybody goes Or I might cop some Timbs Pull over, let my mans and them hit my rims Good lookin here's a hundred, nah I don't want nuttin back Take that home to your family, don't smoke that black I see a whole pack of shorties right in front of the mart Some dark, some redboned, where do I start? There go Kay Slay right in front of Paulo Express Still holdin shit down, big crown on his chest See them Ruff Ryder bikes in the street, liftin it Everybody chillin, nobody thinkin about killin Little kids wearin D-Block tees And all day I ain't even hear a shot, or one cop yell freeze Heh, it's a beautiful day Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
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