[Talking]
Ay I know alot of y'all n***as wonderin', haha
Is this n***a doin good? (yup)
Is this n***a really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them n***as man - can't you tell a n***a doin good man
Can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
We got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's
[Chorus 2X - Flip]
We throw bows, we blow dro
We ride blades and low pro's
Umm....I heard you doin good
n***a can't you tell
Oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well
[Verse 1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
One switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the a**
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
Ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where n***as bang Screw
We ride candy paint n***a what about yo' crew
Got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
Ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
Cause that's how it go when all ya j**elry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
My jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
But I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Gudda]
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, f** it I'm a throw some bows
Hit the bar and get bent and go and f** some hoes
I'm this b**h actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
n***as drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
Now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
Uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this b**h
Then the police gon'come and drag me out this b**h.... (yea, Gudda)
[Verse 3 - Supa]
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
Supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
Give a f** about the name just know he gets busy
Mouth of the south you know ya know me well
Hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
f** you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - MJG]
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
But if a girl wanna get on the chart, sh** I'll still put a b**h on the block
You don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
You got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the b**h and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
Pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
Everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
Could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
Oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
When I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
Breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - f**in G representer of the dirty
But I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me
[Chorus]