I hold ya down) I hold it down for you (You know I'm down) I said I'm down for ya (I hold ya down) You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down) I hold
o-treatin' Hell naw My primo told me, "Shut that down" They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp Yeah
I got weed for People I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O But see I
mean "tion" What's up? You know, my flow Cause it's B dot O And it's B dot O And it's B dot O And you know, my flow So to all the people that's about
I'm on this mic, yeah So here I go, b.o.b, bobby ray I don't know, need I know But I know, that I float Rack 'em up, knock 'em down, dominoes Then I
be them paperboys, ayy [B.O.B:] I got skills Nunchuck Skills Rowing SKills Bowling Skills I'm pretty much Flowin still so I guess I got Floating skills But y'all are so enquilt All
young man that's on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous (Fab): Preach
did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S [DJ Clue Talkin
hataz don't understand minimum wage niga not earing Your hundred grand I can pay my own ways got my own money maayne b.I.l.l.y c.o.o.k a foreign car now
can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad
. for life, and I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook:] I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me dead And a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see
enemies are spotted So accurate with me aim, y'all chill mayn I got it Pull up in they front yard, and bust until every window break (Point Blank), B.
hoe thogh I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G Really though y'all
to play me like a H-O-E Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P It's like I'm in a bucket full of C-R-A-B's, but I keep climbing And I keep on rhyming
related to the wasky wabbit Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh) Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober ni**a talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
, WHAT, we goin' all out Nigga [chorus - 2X] fool, you better go all out keep goin' all out all my niggaz goin' all out without a muthafuckin' doubt
