Lil' Boosie, Bad Azz Yung Joc - we gotta hit, let's go baby!
[Chorus] Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) They on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom)
[Verse 1 - Lil' Boosie] I'm Boosie, Bad Azz and I zoom right by ya seven - sixty partna - crispy creme on the tires smoke that fire purple kush by the pound ask my dogg Webbie this is how it goes down from my hood, to yo hood mayne we makin money in the club we poppin bottles, the room we hittin models rollin through the bottom all the kids hollerin "Boosie" this life a nigga livin like I'm starrin in a movie fresh out the jacuzzi, alittle powder on my chest got thirty on my neck - Turk and Mel just cut the check now I'm zoomin in my Charger on them twenty - fo's gotta think about Big Head and Pimp so slow ya roll ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin paid on my feet I got them J's - play with me I got them K's red gucci shades - me and Joc gettin paid now the whole United States takin pictures of our face
[Chorus] A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin with a fresh pair of J's, makin that money everybody gettin paid, everything lovely and I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) we walk up in the club like...
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc] You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross just as soon as I fuck e'm - tell them hoes to get lost alot of niggaz mad they all pissed off if a nigga think he bad tell him jump like Kriss Kross I pop a couple tags, but the wrist cost hate to see me splurge - just bought a brick of soft just ask my nigga Boosie he tell you what it is face card good cause the face card Trill nigga got a problem I suggest you head home you in the red zone, nigga leave ya head gone don't hit me on my chirp nigga, that's the fed phone you talkin bout the work nigga know you dead wrong yeah believe I keep the beams, for them hoes sell e'm dreams ain't no hoes on my team - I like my clothes crisp and clean I like my dough crisp and green, six - fo'on lean that's my nigga Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends
[Chorus] A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin with a fresh pair of J's, makin that money everybody gettin paid, everything lovely and I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) we walk up in the club like...
[Verse 3 - Lil' Boosie] I be zoomin in my drop top, mobbin thru the city fresh fade, fresh J's with two bad bitches one name Sara, one name Tina together they make weather like Katrina they a fool shawty - red, she a rough rider she get on back of that motor bike and all you see is back on that motor bike (WOO) I drive fast car, they call me Nascar (ya feel me) but I'm in love with that Hemi I get retarded in Ferrari's, I get loose in a Coupe paranoid like Pac so I keep that glock when I zoom, zoom and after that it's to the room, room (I'm V.I.P.) I need a dime piece, a fine freak get on the back, you can ride on the bike or in the 'Lac (huh bruh) now we got everybody zoomin, the little kids zoomin look like you gotta hit Boosie (yeah)
[Chorus] A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin with a fresh pair of J's, makin that money everybody gettin paid, everything lovely and I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) we walk up in the club like...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
