Verse 1: Shawty Lo] Yeeeaaaahhh Shawty Lo and the Big Cats Yeaaaahhhh It's the remix so bring ya top hat(eh) What ya talkin bout It's L-O I rap now it's rap skizzo Thirty bands... fo shizzo Eight balls same price as the kilo I'm a boss Ya'll know my B-I And I got them same kinda guns like T.I. See I been that way since knee high Real dope boyz so you know I trap or Dizzi No lizzi I'm hizzi Like kells I believe I can flizzi And yeaaaahhhh I'll see you later BIG UPS... TO ALL MY HATERS! [Verse 2: Ludacris] Guard your woman dawg or I'll take her You'll hear her scream from College Park to Decatur I was a snotty nose with no paper Now my crib sittin on 22 acres(woooo) Get it right fool I gets money(yep) If you think Ludas not filthy you's a dummy(yep) I was allergic to the roof on tha cutty So I took the top off like a playboy bunny(whatup pops) Catch me pimpin in a robe and some slippers(oo) Ridin down 85 while I'm stuttin on my Gixer Mouth full of swishers or ridin with ya sister(wooo) Or Six david beckhams or a trunk full of kickers(hahaha) Take a picture of the mister it'll last long And these haters get stretched out like a bad thong So partner mash on or get mashed up Think you can f** with Luda then put a million of your cash up(hi) [Chorus: x4] L O L O Dey Know Dey Know [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] I'm in my cool whip insides jello Hop up out that pretty muthaf**a like hello(hello)hello Ladies how you doin Dat n***a crazy girl don't say nothin 2 em(haha) Dey know dey know got white low low Rob who? Take What? (gun co*ks) hello They know I give a f*ck about them haterz(nope) Young jizzle been gettin paper(yeeeaaaahhh) Granite? wheels on da coup like savors Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor I'm on da top floor(floor) no neighbors Who u kiddin I get my 87's tailored [Verse 4: Plies] Went from two ounces to a Maserati First rap check bought choppers for everybody Before they know what's under my shirt the glock 40 Get 25 a show I want 40 Born a real n***a but I die a goon Just bought a new choppa gon use it real soon Got the streets on lock homie I can't lose Put me anywhere I'm the realest n***a in the room(believe me) Take a look at me I'm what you call street approved Got a lot haters but even more tools I play dumb homie but neva been a fool Cut my dog off I heard he snitchin too(ha) [Chorus: x4] L O L O Dey Know Dey Know