Wonabee wonabee Everybody wonabee Like a young G Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy Slang a ounce, to a bird In the street, like the curb Candy paint, twenty chrome Chiefin' on green herb [2x]
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
I got this clout NOW! Back in the day, I wasn't here NOW! Since I been droppin' these verses I'm out the head Just like the babies wanna think I'll come home I'm from the South bloaw, I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set Real quick, y'all squeezin' them triggers we bout to pop (pop) Any fly lil' mama's boy, who movin' up on the block Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin' Gangsta Boo know where she stay Between the nozzle you layin'
[Verse 2: Crunchy Blac]
You tryna wear my shoes You tryna wear my clothes You tryna be like me, I'm tryna be like you bro, What I'm really tryna say You got to keep it all real You can't be takin' no deal You gotta get you a meal See it's hard out here, Peeps'll end ya career See it's hard out here People put you in a wheelchair I'm tryna give you a meal I'm tryna keep it all real See you be fakin' a deal So I'ma let ya see how it feel
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Thinkin' ya ballin' this bangin' Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep, You wish that was your life So y'all been yappin' for a chiefy Ya greedy and fiendin' to be a happy ?sa-super chi? But you don't think it because there's plenty of dues to be paid, up in this industry, Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear And yet you end up wid that set that you claim To requilinquish? your master start, playa, I can't play yo album mack, And everybody can't be on the same thing And everybody can't be a known rapper Know what I tell ya exactly
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
In the ghetto we got ghetto stars Riding in a steamed up car Lex, wid them tinted windows Pushing down the Boulevard In the mouth you see the grill You face a playa cause he real Not because he roll and smoke Or cut some deals, for the bills Plus I'm tryna stack some G's Pushing weight like quarter kis Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck? Freak you betta hit your knees Never will I save a broad Gangsta playas comin' hard Chickenheads get out my car I'm leavin' frantic in the park
[Chrous (2x)]
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Y'all hatas ain't no killas Y'all hatas be hoes Cause neither one is ridin' down blastin Wid hugs and vogues Them boys tryna play the hard role They get a head hole Them boys shoulda played the smart role And kept they ass closed Instead ah sayin', what they saw What I did, and who I did it to Who else is in on it? Who else you told? I'm yellow paging 'em too I had it up to here I'm killin' this bullshit Y'all fingers on triggers And all them niggas on bullshit
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
So you wanna be ah, Playa just like me ah, Ridin' on tortillahs, Choppin' up a ki ah, Project dodgin' lizos, Glocka in my drizaws, Optimal after mo never do we pissoz, Do you have a hizap?, To unload a trigga, Crushin' on ya paper, Thinkin' youse a faker, Now you got to do 'em Or get played for a sucka, Handle that use that gat Or live like a clucka
[Chorus (4x)]
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