my waist you better hop And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me You got a better chance stickin' that brinks
my waist you better hop And do not fuck wit P, you goin' at me You better off shuttin' the fuck up, trust me You got a better chance stickin that Brinks
up and take a photo Wait a minute, hold up, baby, slow it down Touch your toes, toot your ass, now turn around And (? ), you the shit - damn, I love you, girl
I ain't the one to save you in a crisis I kick you while you're down Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest Better say me Or I'll put your next to
your life One day when you nice, high off the henny Catch you while you partyin' right With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price Make a bastard
on the road [e] there was a cop in the bushes [p] on radar patrol [e] the light turned green [p] and you decided to stop [e] it turned red [p] you took
look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me" And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth I'
you cry Cause you know your wrong (you know you wrong) Will you cryyyy When you hear the song (feel me) Will you cry Cause you know you wrong Will
in your life One day when you nice, high off the henny Catch you while you partyin right With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price Make a bastard
make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you
like the Persian Gulf Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny More guns and more money, think
you on the shit I slide into Fuck you Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool Uh um, hold on the pistols Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo Sittin
front, so what you want? How much of it and where, I'll bring it to you fair My brothers throughout Tab [?] call me Fly Care [?] Pretty babies call me baby come here You get on
all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns... Y'all pull a gun on me, I'll swallow that shit like.. "Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me
windows as I turned on my A-C Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking Sunday nights popping, See tha foes hopping My stereo's bumpin that A-T-L funk You
getcha [Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey we rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the brave home of the brave G A G A home of the brave [Verse
another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you