same 'Cause you know I like it like that And I'll teach you something like that And I know you like it like that You swear, but I know you like the
like I got a rock in my sock When it's just a limb, from this money right in my pocket Pimp I know you smell it cause it's gettin' you naucious Cause
can't be fake Cause God won't let me I used to wear a grill Because it was the trend Not because I liked it I just wanted to fit in Then I got "Eastside
bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus
throwin' up sets And you know you ain't like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp
Nigga, I'm in a aqua five With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives I can't knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky Till you get a beatin' like
her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin
he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! [Missy Elliott] Heeyyyy! Now get that
feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That
from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it
-S- The skinny hard fellow That brainwashed ghettos With nickels of crack the size of marshmellows Cops heard this heard that I come through where I purchased birds at Fur this fur that
dreams I'm what street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto
t it ironic? Smokin' weed on the yacht isn't it the chronic? Plus the hos good Its feelin' like rose wood That plus all the bullshit we on it Cops'll pull you over like
the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause the cops bound to
like lady whores, And I don't like Babylon, I don't like your song, I don't like hearing that fake accent from Dylon, The industry commentator, Fuck it
