Hey Ladies

Here we go now, yea
 C'mon, yea, check it
 (Verse One)
 I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
 My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six
 Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
 The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
 I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
 Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
 It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick
 And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick
 Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
 That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
 Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
 Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
 Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
 While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
 A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this
 While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'
 (Chorus)
 I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
 Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
 Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
 When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
 Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
 Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
 Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
 Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin
 (Verse Two)
 Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
 My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
 And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be
 My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
 These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
 They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
 Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
 Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
 I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free
 Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
 Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V
 Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
 Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
 Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee
 You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
 And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
 Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
 Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
 In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree
 Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski
 If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me
 I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin
 While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas
 We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'
 (Chorus)
 Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon
 (Heavy breathing)
 Here we go now, yea
 C'mon