La la la la la la la la la la Yo What's the deal nigga? Ain't nothing Paul, we just chattin' away from the law like Tryna get our heads right, get this money right, you know like You know what I'm sayin? You know how it go, just another day in the hood Yo La la la la la la la la la la la Yo, one at night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City, slots, Mercedes Ling ling ling ling ling when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when ghosts just eat off Cigars, paisley, rogues, four bitches guarding me safely as we walk to the window The cashier was scared, she asked for my info The manager arrived with two guys, that's an insult That's the coldest of colds, we talkin' bout five million dollars here This ain't Play-Doh dough, in your horoscope read, you gon' slay those hoes We got scribbles, Anthony Acid rockin' the show Special guest star, Mark Bronson First 500 bitches went crazy when he let they aunts in And all he did was plug me in, I got the charge and got they bras in Read through they whole department Ooh wee, ooh wee La la la la la la la la la la Ooh wee, ooh wee La la la la la la la la la la When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know I'm hangin' with the baller, sharin' all my niggas rules I can tell you what they say, hey, that's if you wanna know Ooh wee When I'm movin' my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo If you actin' mannish, I can pick another hoe Ooh wee In the middle of the summer, I'm even 20 below I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm way too fuckin' cold Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my trolls They say, ooh wee Ayo, ayo, I came to the party just to cut up a rug Don't make me have to cut up a thug Now play somethin' for me, DJ, cause it's nothin' but love Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub When we roll out, we roll on tubs Rollin' above the theater, all unit, we controlin' the club Mommies shakin' they asses, they throwin' it up Like a BET commercial, I'm rappin' them up Ooh wee Ooh wee La la la la la, la la la la la la Ooh wee Ooh wee La la la la la, la la la la la la To the bang bang, boogity up, jump the pump When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump I love to get a biff that's stuck up the hump Act thug, and my footage is stuck up your rump Like boom, y'all heard I bust and that's my word So if you get outta line, then your ass is mine And I'ma run up in your house, put it in your mouth I might be new to the game But it's a damn shame what a brother bout to do to the game I got Mark Rumb backin' me up I'm already on a song with Nate Dawg That's why you wanna hate, dawg Here's a warning, when Mark bring the horns in Say the wrong thing and you won't see the morning You don't get dealt with, man Yo Nate, man, let's ride on these bitches Come on Ooh wee Ooh wee La la la la la, la la la la la la Ooh wee Ooh wee La la la la la, la la la la la la I can tell you what they say Hey that's if you wanna know They say Ooh wee