We gon' make the town bounce on this.
Bounce, bounce, and we house.
Foes, bosses, falling cross-coasters.
Tweezer, twain, for she's the lane.
Peas are popping, peas are spraying.
Bosses do what they want, weenies do what they pay.
We don't got no dollars.
Squat in collars and pop no collars.
You ain't got no money.
I won't pop my hammer.
I won't do nothing to it.
I can't throw nothing through.
We ain't ready for war.
Heavy on the street.
Heavy Bentley is on.
Please make him say, oh boy.
Oh boy.
Cat he's in cross-quarter boys.
A million kilotons of Colombian flakes.
A set's full of fakes.
A slap to taste.
What do you mean?
I mean, oh boy.
What do you mean?
I mean, please.
What do you mean?
You done dealing with me.
I mean, what do you mean?
You're still in the same.
What do you mean?
No more.
What do you mean?
I mean, please.
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
You done dealing with me.
What do you mean?
Oh boy.
What do you mean?
Oh boy didn't come for me.
Really?
Your boy didn't come with me.
My rollie ain't studded out.
My homies ain't budded out.
See, the lords want to see your ID.
I'm a boss and a VIP.
I can't bust and see three G's.
Could run from the DPG.
Dog pound.
I can't smoke, but you smoke.
Smoke.
You think I broke as a joke.
Joke.
You got the Jag on Doves.
Doves.
You got the Jag on Doves.

I'm mad with slugs, slugs.
You let the game change any times.
Change up.
I'm the llega swing vanga, vanga.
I can't drive.
No bills.
Bills.
I don't park no bills.
Give me.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.