Verse 1:
Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean
One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen?
b**hes on my jock 'cause my flow is hot
Spot the watch I got filled with rocks you can see from a block
When the light hit, strictly fishscale, f** that light sh**
Menage out the garage, double pipe sh**
Lookin' at her like "Aiyo Ma, I know you likes this"
Capital S, capital H, capital Y, capital N, capital E
Spit three at his V he survived miraculously
k**ed the n***a who was layin' in the pa**engers seat
Flow sick, no sh**, roll six
Head crack, walk the streets with my chain out for frontin'
Blow your brains out for nothin'
f** ya'll n***as walkin' 'round like ya'll sayin' somethin'
What ya'll know about G4's?
SL's with the automatic door
Let the automatic pour
And k** you n***as who act hard
Flee to the Hamps, Atlantic Ocean be my backyard
Chorus -
Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys
Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys
Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys
Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys
Verse 2:
Flow like what, princess cut, yellow rocks gleam
Respect the team
Hands tied, close your eyes, picture me rollin'
Gangsta literally holdin'
Stacks and Macs
I got the greyest j**erly n***a, need the plaques to match
To feed my Moms and my team sit back relax
f**in' with this rap, still I pimp smack
f** a b**h gap, show me where them bricks at
Pants saggin', spazzin'
Gucci, with the double G pattern
n***a f** around, put your stomach in your lap'n
Seven-thirty, stay dirty, respect the game
Got this sh** locked like John T. McLain
Get up in that a** like Pamela Lee
Shot Clyde, f**ed Bonnie, Thelma, and Louise
f** a dream
I got a Seventeen shot magazine that materialize everything to cream
Chorus 4x
Verse 3:
Gangsta life, f** a block format
Put it down for my n***as who hold Macs
Sell bricks and catch cases, reload, spray, shoot
Half them them state troops
And thats word to Jesus`
Fracture bones, crack ya dome
We don't flash the chrome, we blast ya gone
Nevertheless, sell half wet, measure the rest
Sniff a little bit so I can mix pleasure with d**h
For my b**hes princess cuts and emerald sets
American express, uh, whip it out
f** a price b**h, just pick it out
Want a little CLK? deep dish it out?
On your car phone headed to your b**hes house
Pirahda gucci things, Cartier doobie pins
You could live, but bet I Indian give
f** your friend
Take your sh** back and give her the gems
Ya'll wear the same size, tell the same lies
Got the same c*nt, b**h don't front
It's the best, who wan' know?
718 to 90210
Chorus 4x