Spin around ma
Drop, drop, like its hot
Drop, drop, like its hot
Spendin money mang
Drop, drop, like its hot
Drop, drop, like its hot
Spin around mommy
Drop, drop, like its hot
Drop, drop, like its hot
I got the rollie on my arm
And Im pourin saun dan
And I roll the best weed
Cause I got it goin on
No steroids can make you hit what Im pitching
Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen
You niggas is scratchin, my niggas is itchen
Dont keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons"
Yes, nigga, P stands for polish
None of yall is fuckin with he, and this is obvious
Im Ron Artest, layin down to your garbage
While my niggas in the street pushin shit like Ben Wallace
And any yall could get it, even fans in the stands
These guns is a sun, youll catch a tan with ya man
Im no cheeto, trust this is real/rio
Everything is grande nothing is poquito
Securitys behind me, with the torpedo
Cause the wrist stay frigid
How you say it? Frio
Or where Im from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill
And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el
I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops
All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op
Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh
Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot
But now Im so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock
Mr. S d-iz-ot, its not gon st-iz-op
Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past
Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass
Snitch-ass they made, they cant get the boy
These niggas givin out cases like a liquore store
Runnin to the DA tryin to get me for it
All the money it made, Im like forget the law
Im not fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed
Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down)
Wastin ya time tryin to sue S. tell ya lawyer
"Take that civil case and drop it like its hot"
(World Wide)
International, nah Im universal
But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials?
With them big wheels, yeah cuz you do it big
I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is
I never fake the funk, niggas know I aint no punk
They want beef? Yeah cuz, pop the trunk
We go all the way, we do it lifesize
Now my life right, cause my wife on my right side
Yeah, and she protecting my interest
Now Im on the move they got me hoppin these fences
Ay little homie your defence is defencless
A pimp apprentice
Now come here princess (Come here, come here)
I know ya tired of the chit-chatter
It really dont matta its like a seesaw platter
I check money, check niggas, check bitches
Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches (Ziip)
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