Huh, BOOM! Huh.. guess who it is?
I rock, I roll.. tear this motherfucker up (tear this motherfucker up)
Lets get ready to rumble!!
I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo
They know me for kickin they ass from here to El Segundo
Lets get ready to rumble!!!
Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though
Spendin your money on them niggaz
youre wastin you time cause Im the one hoe!
Smokin the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle
I swung with the blast, Ive never been matched
I hop on the track like a jump rope
I come with the guillotine to cutthroat
Holdin it down, fuckin yall up
but the rest of them suckers be unsho
Me? YEAH, Im blessed - if you dont know
Pack a big boner, heavy strutured AND hung low
Wrecking-ball nuts and dick touch the flo
If its on yo chest then bitch let me know!!
I hope you dont think Im a runnin
I know you dont think Im scared
You must of forgot who the fuck that I am
The man with the braids - BEWARE!!
Thats yo ASS Mr. Postman
Got them niggaz stompin and swingin with both hands
I rock, I roll
Tear this motherfucker up - lets get ready to rumble!
Shuttin systems down! You ready for war?
Start somethin, start fightin
Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives
Jump in the mix and dont handle yo business
and a nigga gon turn out yo lights!!
Youll be gettin yo stupid self up
askin the people "Which one of yall hit me?"
I dont know the way you went down looked like the ground was slippery
Attack em with sawed-offs, and niggaz get throwed off
The party get called off, when niggaz get sawed-offs
Go get my meat to meet and give me that raw dog
You, go get you a nasty, givin that pussy you bought off
I come with the real
I be with them niggaz with booted up grills
We dont do promotional shows that shit dont pay my bills
Keep it in the ballin ballin, promoters callin
Videos jumpin off nigga this the real New Orleans!
My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town
Thugs, drugs, and violence - yall niggaz is watered down
When I perform Im that calm
And Im the shit on the record I hit the studio and show em!
I rock, I roll
I roll, we by hype
Knockin em out, throwin em away, keep em off
Takin em out, bustin they head, breakin em off!
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