[feat. Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin & Wooh Da Kid] What's happenin It's Y G Hootie Ya'll know I'm fresh off that west coast nigga Bompton if you ain
get loose, Method Man get loose What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose? (Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One Blaze, blaze, blaze one [
roaw! Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real Spit flows
Everything my team must to do one thing You're the meanest queen on the scene Make a player 'fien and be havin' dreams For real, it's real as it seems
in the building, ya'll know I'm playin it like a player do I walk up to one girl, and she's got her friend with her Peppin to a real... baby I'm a go
ll know I'm playin it how a player do I walk up to one girl, and she's got her friend with her Peppin to a real... baby I'm a go getta The girl I meet
like I?m Stoudemire Your fam should be ashamed of you still This ain?t a cookout but Vinnie put the flame to your grill You claim to be real but y?all
say goodbye Everywhere I go you're in my shadow When I turn around there?s no one there And it?s a real bad sign I?m walking on a real thin line A fool
t say goodbye Everywhere I go you're in my shadow When I turn around there?s no one there And it?s a real bad sign I?m walking on a real thin line A
say goodbye Everywhere I go you're in my shadow When I turn around there's no one there And it's a real bad sign I'm walking on a real thin line A fool
If I gotta burn in fire Feel the flames For my loved ones to excel in this game Then let it burn Let it burn As I lay me down to sleep I pray to the
the gul you just, mad house that rat house And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a
I am what I am [verse three] Ha ha Now you got light skin, dark skin, east coast, west coast Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools One land, one people, I am the one
the track and run it Into the ground, I'm ghetto clown number one Rhymes are kinda fat like two tons of fun Smash, boom, bam! and I never sound flam
despair he can enlighten you on reality and death your life in his hands and the dream become real the unbelievable in everything just observe through the third eye flamme
Once again it's me, one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose, now it's time to make G's Oooh, aah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy,
em illa-del-style wild Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on 8/4, poetic, meter Soarin' way beyond I am bic pentameter, or Juvenile flam Unsyncopated soul piercin
let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said