I be doin it in a player fashion
Makin it happen, speakers slappin,
scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n
I be, representin my region and pullin
Used to buy shit off the lot,
but now lately I've been leasin
Like the white man I've been thinkin,
tryin to come up with a plan
How to spend this dope money,
buy some houses and some land
Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin,
tryin to lace you like a shoe
Buy a couple of big Celebrities pimpin
it ain't gotta be brand new
I'm a boss about my shit,
The way I wear my glasses low,
the way I sport my toothpick
The way I pop it at a hoe,
the way I utilize my mouth
The way I keep my fuckin blowover over
Beware of yo' sur roundings,
gotta handpick yo' cronies
Gotta be about your allowance,
an d X out all the phonies
Gotta watch out for them folks,
gotta watch yo' conversations
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
them folks might be taping
[Chorus] (Aww shit, talk in pig latin,
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
them folks might be taping
(Aww shit, they readin lips,
Gotta be careful on the phones cause
them folks might be taping
[E- 40] 40 {?} an ounce of space,
ain't even had time to wash my face
the traffic tryin to get it,
I ain't got time to fuckin waste
My money's short like I'm slippin,
I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it
I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars
into a quarter of a mill' ticket
Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it,
but that ain't the fuckin way
Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets
than fake autographs on eBay
with our upside down smile
We been doin it for a while,
you can check my d- boy file
I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I
be killin 'em off like that
Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin
Niggaz don't really know that I'm so
Niggaz don't really know that I got
my name from drinkin beer
Come through with them choppers,
I like to dress up in my doctors,
camouflage my real career
But I'm really packin woppers, pistols
I wish a motherfucker would,
I'm still livin my second childhood
My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood
I'm in the local booth with my nine,
Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine,
try to get it while it's good
In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint,
Where we park our cars on the grass,
Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks
and siphon gas from our tanks
Where the biggest hypocrites in the church
I don't gossip like bitches I mind
Dig yaper good money cause that suck
I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loy
good with the skillet like a chemist
Steady long like a female weave,
Bust you in the toe like Eddie
Act like you know what I represent,
That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese,
