Yeah, yeah
La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da

Uh
Nigga the crib got the twelve person staff
Security and the browns keep an armed hand
One of the illest niggas on, off land, asphalt or soft sand
I've been as fast as The Flash, a lil' class and pizzazz
Prefer that water for crystal over your wine glass
This a different bracket, the ones who really have it
This the James Worthy and New Balance
Brand new Converse on Magic, the goggles on Kurt Rambis
Showtime, whole row of Rolls Royces and the first one mine
One of the living legends, rep the Eastside
Shots fired, claim lives, youngin's abandon they G-ride
They set that bitch on fire, the bounty on your head was high
Left in the cash, that bitch and it shine
That shit a shame but that shit be happening all the time
They don't know how to cry because them boys desensitized
Ambitious and ready to ride, ain't just ready to slide
Angry and they outside, we hanging off them too high
You gon' get picked like fruit
I'm in New Orleans where the killers got the juice
And some suggestions say it might be best I move
But if I dipped who else gon' bring the spaceships through like I do?
My car collection special, Jay Leno of the N.O.
Kept every car I ever bought, each of 'em sentimental
Represent the hard work, each one is a symbol
Of when I started making real dope for wrecking venues
Smoke session continues, eenie minie mo
And pick something cold to slip up into
I get with you

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Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Shante Franklin