(Intro: Chubby Jag)
There's a lot of Crip n***as in the building, amen
There's a lot of Blood n***as in the building, amen
There's a lot of ratchet hoes in the building, amen
There's a lot of thug n***as in the building
We make it light up, (yea) like a, we make it light up like a church
(Huh) we make it light up like a church, (Chubby) we make it light up like a church
(Verse 1: Chubby Jag)
Middle finger snapped and my bag already, funny how I got these n***as mad already
You are not that sick, I'd pop that chick
You would never f** a b**h I'd had already
Before I met Ca**, had cash already
Before I turned Chubby, I was Jag already
Can't wait for the day when a n***a get fans, you mean to tell me all that pa**ed already
I don't know who f** around me and my sh**, I go to bed rooted just me and my clip
Two seater whip, with the heat on my right
And my 2Pac back, just me and my b**h
Understand, Comprende?
Squeeze off till it's empty, find out where his kid stay
By the block holmes, calling me Dikembe, Real NBA n***as calling me MJ
I'm still round, cause I've been here
No D round, no hood round
Still yelling out that we in here, If I play here
I'm gon' win here, I got the whip
So I got the chips, I got the fists
Big Poppa sh**, I got the licks
So I got the bricks, Holmes
One word and I got the b**h, Chubby yup
Problems with me that K sparking, Roll around with them big faces
I'm talking way before J. Harden, Can't lose
I got chippers on it, good girls
And them strippers on it, I k** tracks
This beat need to be in them trash bags with the zipper on it
Stunt hard when I roll past, n***a just want that cold cash
That 80's money, that old cash
No young money for my old a**, It's Larsiny it's our year now
Holmes, full speed, them gears down
I'm yelling out amen, Holmes
Gotta thank the Lord that we here now, You beating me
f** is you trying, I'm riding out in that coupe flying
Use to smoke like Snoop Dogg, now we smoking up like Snoop Lion
Got a bad b**h, send the most texts, I'm on that p**y
Cold text, f** everyday
Cause a n***a gotta make up for all the years I got no s**
I'm on now, still I'm so next
In 4 years got no checks, Holmes
Next year if I ain't on that jet, walk around like Coach Rex
Real street, n***as hate then they feel heat
I'm so wrong, I smoke dro, I sell d**
And I k** beats. Amen