CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Steve Behr
Brrt, brrt
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Ayo
Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin' all bow-legged
Free Sly (Free Sly) 'til the feds free my oldhead
Your welfare whip pathetic speed had 'em like always (Always)
The crackhouse doorbell ring, God day
We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (Ah, dead, n***a)
I don't give a f**k if you got nineteen-fifty, n***a
Get the f**k out of here with that bullsh*t
I got the best sh*t, n***a
Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
Every day divide the dollars, servin' cutties, sh*t that they snort
It was Off-White, now back to rockin' the rugby with the racehorse
Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast, sniff ya face off
Like Scott Storch, this sh*t that I produce be the muy bueno
Late nights like Leno, I was movin' elbows out the rental
I'm lit with rap, that ain't coincidental
I seen a n***a take five acid tabs, that sh*t fried his mental
Son ain't been the same since, seen him the other day
I let him hold somethin', I'm real, won't look the other way
"The streets'll take you but won't bring you back," that's what my mother say
Run off with the pack, then your brother pay
Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my billy's blazin' like turkey day
Do the one, decode the sh*t in the verses that I display
At the top, it's really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away
My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great
Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon' relate
Your b*t*h mouth on my lap like print on the BAPE
f**k outta here, n***a
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Ayo
Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin' all bow-legged
Free Sly (Free Sly) 'til the feds free my oldhead
Your welfare whip pathetic speed had 'em like always (Always)
The crackhouse doorbell ring, God day
We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (Ah, dead, n***a)
I don't give a f**k if you got nineteen-fifty, n***a
Get the f**k out of here with that bullsh*t
I got the best sh*t, n***a
Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
Every day divide the dollars, servin' cutties, sh*t that they snort
It was Off-White, now back to rockin' the rugby with the racehorse
Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast, sniff ya face off
Like Scott Storch, this sh*t that I produce be the muy bueno
Late nights like Leno, I was movin' elbows out the rental
I'm lit with rap, that ain't coincidental
I seen a n***a take five acid tabs, that sh*t fried his mental
Son ain't been the same since, seen him the other day
I let him hold somethin', I'm real, won't look the other way
"The streets'll take you but won't bring you back," that's what my mother say
Run off with the pack, then your brother pay
Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my billy's blazin' like turkey day
Do the one, decode the sh*t in the verses that I display
At the top, it's really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away
My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great
Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon' relate
Your b*t*h mouth on my lap like print on the BAPE
f**k outta here, n***a
