B.O.B. - We Don't Get Down Like Y'all lyrics

We don't get down like y'all We don't get down like y'all s**a n***a, we don't get down like y'all It's been a lot of back and forth over this and that Listen, pimpin', let me tell you what the business is Y'all and us I'mma tell you what the difference is See, we old school, you just old news We used to move blow, and you just blow dude See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew You run around town, gossip like the hoes do See you name-drop when nobody knows you We get them lames out our section like we 'posed to My crew, we cop the Bentley Brookland and the Roll too You give her roses I'm the one she bring the rose to So you say you're shining, well I guess I'm shining more So high up, I'm soaring, thirty and I'm like a dinosaur Me to you like a comparing a vet to a cadet, n***a Don't call it a comeback Again ride Benz from the fed pen Pull up on them s**ers, pop the trunk and tell ‘em get in Thought I lost a step well guess again I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks Hoes want their clothes back, listen up f*gbait Them hot pants bad for your prostate Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date At stores asking for the same size the b**hes buy They say it's hip, but where I'm from we call it sissyfied Before us there were none, after us no more there'll ever be This the greatest show on Earth you ever see I still do it for my n***as in the streets, getting to it Blowing money like my n***a, Big Meech used to do it Say we're blowing money fast, big old money bag Three, four hundred cash just to make them s**ers madBeen the best since I was rapping in the rattle, As you comment on the rumors or what have you Beware dude, prayer can't prepare you, how dare you? Disrespect my presence peasants, I will tear you A new one, I poop on, your egos and move on Rolls Royce back seat, no Grey Poupon A true don, three piece cashmere suit on Hear the truth on every song I spew on, Bloaw