Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it
[Verse One]
I said my solo jump off, been boomin since
nine-six
My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin
the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin you wild
hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now
list
Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
It's like the feelin after watchin a couple
of (?) flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin
the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for
whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin
you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild
Crist'
[Chorus]
I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your
back
When you step up in the club I know you know
how to act
Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
Now all my people are muggin and singin the
song, I'm sayin
[Verse Two]
Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you
claimin to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able
to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to
a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might
end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a
cup of tea
Takin different constant boats, from the land
to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for
free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a
small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was
flippin a ki
Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was
Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down
to a tee
And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin
the recipe
Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my
pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and
ski
If you ain't know the streets is belongin to
me
I get my people from the hood and then
take 'em all on a spree shoppin
While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin
my stee'
[Chorus]
Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
[heavy breathing]
Here we go now, yea
C'mon