[Intro]
This the remix baby, yeah!
Ya already know what it is
Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin
sh**. Period. Stupid
[Verse]
You know me
I just be chillin in the Phantom
Listening to opera
Gun is my body guard
Call it Kevin Costner
Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots
You n***as is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Hah
f** around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good
Only f** a b**h if her throat good, feet good
Just bought a Fleetwood
And I'mma put some D's on that b**h
Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'mma dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money Cash Money
And we gon' get the money, even if it k**s y'all
And I'mma ride til the muthaf**in wheels off
George Gervin, I'mma get my chill on
I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beating up your block, yeah I get my Emmett Till on
In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jayson Will on
f** it Swizz, I'm still goin
Black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill on
Only to talk models, yeah I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
Two girls, let em get they pill on
Let em get they feel on
I get my Tip Drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on
I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceilin
Real n***a, I get my Keep It Real on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swish, I'm in gear homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No h*mo, let em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the Leer home
My girl, she get her Pam Grier
She don't touch me
I got cashmere on
I ballin', you just Erick Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Weezy the Beast
Swizzy the Monster
And we're gone
[Outro]
I'm stuffed..