Now you can pump this beat in the club
So I can sit back, and smoke my…
You say you want love and chill with a thug
That's what I'm about I get fresh like doug
The girls want snow
Wanna learn my flow
Wanna smoke my dro
Wanna spend my doe
You're dirty
You've done dirt
You get the curb
Pigeon one of the nasty birds
I bring it to you all like abdul jabar
Kareem you've seen these luxury cars
I'm a big boy bad boy do you like that
I'm a portuguese I'm chill with my boy big pat
Dom. G. Tony g. here to get the cash
Sandro, bobby, here to fill the bags
With cash, cream, doe, moll
You know how I do you for the coca and the buda
Look out get down
Cause the shots go thru you
Hollow point shells
you know how we do you
Stretcher well chair
Dig the hole
Coward you know
How the story goes
I'm laced in gab an with trips to Bahamas
Lay on the beach with all the pretty mamas
With marijuana with magarid on ice
I know that you want me, cause you know I get nice
Refrão
If you didn't know, now you know
Stick out your guns, who clocking my do… you know
If you didn't know, now you know
Who spit the flow, and smoke the hydro sandro
If you didn't know, now you know
Who got the shit that makes you get down boss
If you didn't know, now you know
Stick out your ass, and shake what you got what
In 91 I was rock in shows, dissen hoes writing flows, asking mesandro g. please tell me how it goes
And you don't know the half of my flow
To be talking like you want it, cause you don't know the dro
I'm bomb diggie
Ryme ready and real pretty
I keep it steady with all the fly betties Do it, till you'redizzy
I'm big time busy, got a house full of pit bulls so you suckersdon't get me
Refrão
Let me grab the microphone
And just rip it to shreds
Or grab the desert eagle glock and pump you full of led
You know it's rough rugged
And raw when your dealing with the g.
Why? You knocking on my style
I got my people to feel
I'll grab the pen, and the pad
Come up with a plan
That's guto on the cuts that cuts the fat jams
Fly like an eagle fly across the seas
All the way from St. Michael make you feel the breeze
Don't need a beeper and a phone to contact my shit
Just give me the microphone and studio, so I can make a hit
I'm too intelligent talented is what I mean
Cause now I'm making cream, without the triple beam
I didn't need an education or P.H.D
To get up on the mic and rock continuously well it's the
S. the A. the N. the D. the R. the O. you know the flow listen tomy shit I make it fit like girbou
You know