We don't get down like ya'll Na na na na na We don't get down like ya'll Sucka nigga We don't get down like ya'll
Hey, it's been a lot of back and forth over this and that So I don't pick the bobble no more I just get a fact Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is Ya'll are [?] I'm a tell you what the difference is See we old school, you just old news We used to move blow and you just blow dude See we the talk of the town me and my whole crew You run around town gossip like whole dude See your name drop when nobody knows you We get them lames out of shakin like we supposed to My crew we cock the bentley brooklyn and the road too You gift her roses I'm the one she brings the rose to So you say your shinin well I guess I'm shinin more So high up I'm soaring thirty and I'm like a dinasoar Cannivor, meet here G's they respect Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet nigga Haa!
[Chorus] We don't get down like ya'll I ball, I do You talk, I'm real You flaw, pussy nigga We don't get down like ya'll Sucka nigga We don't get down like ya'll
Don't call it the coming back Again ride been from the fed pin [?] Pull up on them suckers pop the trunk and tell them get in Thought I lost a step but guess again Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in Yeah, like we did on my last case I show you how to make a blessin out of bad breaks Let me set these niggas ass straight Holding up there clothes bags up losing up fag bait Them hot pants bad for your prize state Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy They say it's here, but where I'm from we call it sissy fairy
Ay, before us there was none After us no more there will ever be This the greatest show on earth you will ever see Still do it for my niggas in the street getting to it Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag Three four hundred carrots just to make them suckas mad Back in the side of the winner of every battle And the best since I was rapping in a rattle world travel As you comment on the rumors of what have you bewared dude Prayer can't prepare you how dare you Disrespect my presence peasents I will tear you A new one, I poop on your egos and move on Rolls Royce back seat no grey coupon A true don, three piece polished suit on Pee on, see it ain't no neon in my new one Tear the truth on every song I spew on (blaww!)