(feat. Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Lil' Flip, Mike D) [Hook x2:] Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris Ward:] I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range Jumped out with H.A.W.K., and started flashing big change Check us out baby, the glistening chains The wrist and the rings, and listen to the hits that we sing We spit game, like snakes spit venom We're in Guess that's denim, with heavy starch in em Fat faces we spend em, when we step in the club We don't trick on no boppers, yet you still get love Y'all know Chris Ward, got them jazzy hoes Classy hoes, nasty and sassy hoes That pay me well, from H-Town to ATL They push them bubble eye Jaguars, and grey V-12's So for that playas, throw your roley's in the air And all my down hoes, go on shake your darrier [Hook x2:] All my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if it's fa sho and you know, you gon leave with a hoe Somebody say, oh yeah) [H.A.W.K.:] Now all you young tenders, it's time y'all surrender To this heavyweight contender, top knotch big spender Whatever club I enter, I'm a sight to see And ooh-wee, all the girls be jocking me They flocking me they watching me, now watch and see At a quarter to three, I'ma break em off properly The boppers be, wanting to talk Peeping my walk, and whispering (ooh girl that's H.A.W.K.) And sexual thoughts, start running through they head Is he good in bed, sizing up my third leg Remember Keisha said, (that boy was throwed) Cause she came befo', she took off her clothes Spit dangerous flow, my neck and wrists are froze And everybody knows, what H.A.W.K. say goes I'm blowing optimoes, in the VIP With Chris Ward, Mike D and F-L-I-P [Hook x2:] All my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you ain't giving up no ass, unless they got cash Somebody say, oh yeah) [Mike D:] We some certified dome checkers, stage wreckers Flossing through the club, like known goodfellas For cheddar we spit letters, like true go-getters Locked and loaded like barettas, it don't get no better Po'ing up to a toe up, rip the stage when we show up Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap game so'd up See that Benz on twins, crawling like a spider Flashing off dividends, pulling all-nighters Make your broad bounce that ass, say bro we off the chain Bringing the pain, what's my motherfucking name Mike D, known to drive you crazy Step in the club, and snatch your lady Roley on my arm, twirl like a whirlwind Them 20's dipped in platinum, when the wide body spin We worldwide game spitters, and y'all can't win Stacking ends setting trends, let the games begin [Hook x2:] Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Lil' Flip:] I got Rolex baguettes, princess cuts You might see me, pimping sluts I'm looking great, in VIP Your watch ain't shit, you should see my teeth I love to shine, like pine-o-pine You got clothes in your closet, but they not like mine I'm Lil' Flip, and I make mo' do' And I just might, take your hoe [Big Pokey:] Whoadie done jumped out, I stayed in the lick Watching the DVD's, big body with the three t.v.'s Mashed on his enemies, but she a tease And in two mo' weeks, she goin back overseas Flashing cheese, and it was on I'm in valet getting dome, on the phone with Corleone BC passed by, I threw up the 'Stone Kicked the trap out my ride, with a mouth full of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby, we the shit Up in club mixed it up, throwing the roley baby Iced out, straight out the fo'ty Bitch, you know that hoe As a click we gon show that, big ol' crib with the flo' mat [talking:] Tramp bitch, for real
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(feat. Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Lil' Flip, Mike D) [Hook x2:] Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris Ward:] I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range Jumped out with H.A.W.K., and started flashing big change Check us out baby, the glistening chains The wrist and the rings, and listen to the hits that we sing We spit game, like snakes spit venom We're in Guess that's denim, with heavy starch in em Fat faces we spend em, when we step in the club We don't trick on no boppers, yet you still get love Y'all know Chris Ward, got them jazzy hoes Classy hoes, nasty and sassy hoes That pay me well, from H-Town to ATL They push them bubble eye Jaguars, and grey V-12's So for that playas, throw your roley's in the air And all my down hoes, go on shake your darrier [Hook x2:] All my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if it's fa sho and you know, you gon leave with a hoe Somebody say, oh yeah) [H.A.W.K.:] Now all you young tenders, it's time y'all surrender To this heavyweight contender, top knotch big spender Whatever club I enter, I'm a sight to see And ooh-wee, all the girls be jocking me They flocking me they watching me, now watch and see At a quarter to three, I'ma break em off properly The boppers be, wanting to talk Peeping my walk, and whispering (ooh girl that's H.A.W.K.) And sexual thoughts, start running through they head Is he good in bed, sizing up my third leg Remember Keisha said, (that boy was throwed) Cause she came befo', she took off her clothes Spit dangerous flow, my neck and wrists are froze And everybody knows, what H.A.W.K. say goes I'm blowing optimoes, in the VIP With Chris Ward, Mike D and F-L-I-P [Hook x2:] All my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you ain't giving up no ass, unless they got cash Somebody say, oh yeah) [Mike D:] We some certified dome checkers, stage wreckers Flossing through the club, like known goodfellas For cheddar we spit letters, like true go-getters Locked and loaded like barettas, it don't get no better Po'ing up to a toe up, rip the stage when we show up Laf-Tex and Dead End, got this rap game so'd up See that Benz on twins, crawling like a spider Flashing off dividends, pulling all-nighters Make your broad bounce that ass, say bro we off the chain Bringing the pain, what's my motherfucking name Mike D, known to drive you crazy Step in the club, and snatch your lady Roley on my arm, twirl like a whirlwind Them 20's dipped in platinum, when the wide body spin We worldwide game spitters, and y'all can't win Stacking ends setting trends, let the games begin [Hook x2:] Now all my playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Lil' Flip:] I got Rolex baguettes, princess cuts You might see me, pimping sluts I'm looking great, in VIP Your watch ain't shit, you should see my teeth I love to shine, like pine-o-pine You got clothes in your closet, but they not like mine I'm Lil' Flip, and I make mo' do' And I just might, take your hoe [Big Pokey:] Whoadie done jumped out, I stayed in the lick Watching the DVD's, big body with the three t.v.'s Mashed on his enemies, but she a tease And in two mo' weeks, she goin back overseas Flashing cheese, and it was on I'm in valet getting dome, on the phone with Corleone BC passed by, I threw up the 'Stone Kicked the trap out my ride, with a mouth full of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby, we the shit Up in club mixed it up, throwing the roley baby Iced out, straight out the fo'ty Bitch, you know that hoe As a click we gon show that, big ol' crib with the flo' mat [talking:] Tramp bitch, for real
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