Yung Joc - Hear Me Coming lyrics

[Chorus x2] All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping [Yung Joc] Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that? My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!" I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk Got a b**h named Judy, with a real big booty Blue star keep a n***a riding cuji If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go Got some k**as over there, more hellan than the lord I beat the block up You can hear me when I'm coming If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming [Chorus x2] My n***as flip birds Your n***as flip burgers My n***as got work Your n***as just workers My n***as, we get heard Your n***as is unheard of My n***as murder Your n***as get murdered My n***as win n***as Your n***as get drenched My n***as play the field Your n***as ride bench My n***as is quarterbacks Your n***as just receive With a single flinch boy, your n***as retreat My n***as take the coke and they let the sh** cook Your n***as experiment with dope and get hooked Now ain't that something, let the story get told As the plot thickens and the script unfolds [Chorus x2] I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk Everybody know that I do it for the hood Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good Word on the street, Joc got the heat Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money My wrist gone froze Make em jump out of they clothes Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go [Chorus x2] Ha ha ha, n***a Rookie of the year, play ya position n***a, ya'll f** boys stop ya husstling, ya'll n***as know how we do it. Ya'll know what it is. All the way from the motherf**ing west side to the south side n***a. ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny. What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh. Rest in peace my n***a Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherf**ing south side n***a. College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P n***a. What it is. I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up n***a? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya n***a. Ain't nothing but love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. b**h! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next n***a. And I'm outta here.