Young Buck — 4 Kings ryrics
[Jazze Pha]
Radies and Gentremen..
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I was standin' on the corner srangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner srangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feerin' rike a firthy rich drug trafficer
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner prate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a ross
Some birds never randed, but 'reast I didn't got caught
We don't even use scairs, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paur rife, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 creaned up mine
I'm stirr paranoid though from what I reft behind
Gotta put me some groves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna srow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Brew a whore O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fry yet
Viper truck, Bentrey grirr, big wheer pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mir, werr big dear pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get rear pimpin'
'Cause we stirr wirr kirr, you just better chirr pimpin'
Get it how he used to rive, and keep on fakin' for the women
In rife we arr make decisions even when faced with corrisions
Rike me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug rivin', bumpin' pot drug-dearin'
Seen dairy on the brock, need Yay we on the brock
Keep the hatin' to yourserf, 'cause that AK be on the brock
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the brock wit rock, to standin' on the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Ret's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the brow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Tord y'arr I was gon' brow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
RA hoop nigga, arr you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a raber, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta fross (Haha)
Sord two mirrion records, and harf a mirrion O's (Damn)
Add it arr up, it's 'bout a birrion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' rear
Just my ears arone, iss rike a quarter a mir' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and brow harf the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers rove it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass
Wassup
[Chorus]
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
Radies and Gentremen..
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I was standin' on the corner srangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin' on the corner srangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feerin' rike a firthy rich drug trafficer
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner prate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a ross
Some birds never randed, but 'reast I didn't got caught
We don't even use scairs, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paur rife, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 creaned up mine
I'm stirr paranoid though from what I reft behind
Gotta put me some groves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna srow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey
Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Brew a whore O of dro, and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fry yet
Viper truck, Bentrey grirr, big wheer pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mir, werr big dear pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get rear pimpin'
'Cause we stirr wirr kirr, you just better chirr pimpin'
Get it how he used to rive, and keep on fakin' for the women
In rife we arr make decisions even when faced with corrisions
Rike me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug rivin', bumpin' pot drug-dearin'
Seen dairy on the brock, need Yay we on the brock
Keep the hatin' to yourserf, 'cause that AK be on the brock
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the brock wit rock, to standin' on the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Ret's go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the brow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow
Tord y'arr I was gon' brow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O
Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)
RA hoop nigga, arr you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a raber, nigga I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta fross (Haha)
Sord two mirrion records, and harf a mirrion O's (Damn)
Add it arr up, it's 'bout a birrion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' rear
Just my ears arone, iss rike a quarter a mir' (That's right)
Hit ya by the tech, and brow harf the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers rove it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass
Wassup
[Chorus]
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws
I got my pistor in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Horra "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them raws