(Chorus) Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch It goes indian style, he's been in dashiki Strapped in the baby tek baby tek B.T. True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin fuck the straight henny, just grab me a beer You see I'm reppin now, and my mami's I got a weopen now Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high steppin now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar They like hey now, your an all star, it go
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line My nigga Peter got a heater in mines Niggas still lyin, in they wack ass bars Only time they see jail, when they watchin Oz I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa!!!!!! And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa!!!!!! Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost They call me tordo, sip champagne and sip porto Playin cappy coo (Man you ain't nappy too!!!) I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car lower my speed I try to chill, and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler (What? what?) way before Melvin Flynt A criminal, don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda, had them dudes straight hoppin the fence, it go
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
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Well ooops I dunn dunna again, I got another one I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one Fast and furious, dunn dunn dunn tudunn Still be in, Miami and jet sking In the ocean where the sharks be at, just O.D.'n Adebesi, want a brick to pay double easy I got them thangs that a move easy And I told the lawyer, I sold blow to old Goya I'm half spanish, you see I cook coke to Goya Half spanish, all day roastin poya Recognize, when I'm runnin the game, before me Chickens wasn't even messin with brain, because me Now you started gettin head on the westside highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin, brick choppin and gun shoppin I did it all beat cases with Cochran
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
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Yo N-O-R papi say what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch It goes indian style, he's been in dashiki Strapped in the baby tek baby tek B.T. True she at the bar lookin good in the brown dress Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin fuck the straight henny, just grab me a beer You see I'm reppin now, and my mami's I got a weopen now Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high steppin now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club wylin buyin the bar They like hey now, your an all star, it go
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
I spit mack millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line My nigga Peter got a heater in mines Niggas still lyin, in they wack ass bars Only time they see jail, when they watchin Oz I'm in the club pissy drunk like ahhhdadidaaaaa!!!!!! And mami took her papa like dadadidaaaaa!!!!!! Adios kill your soul then we body your ghost They call me tordo, sip champagne and sip porto Playin cappy coo (Man you ain't nappy too!!!) I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car lower my speed I try to chill, and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler (What? what?) way before Melvin Flynt A criminal, don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda, had them dudes straight hoppin the fence, it go
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!) La la la la la la la la la (Oh!)
Well ooops I dunn dunna again, I got another one I keep it hid in my pocket I got another one Fast and furious, dunn dunn dunn tudunn Still be in, Miami and jet sking In the ocean where the sharks be at, just O.D.'n Adebesi, want a brick to pay double easy I got them thangs that a move easy And I told the lawyer, I sold blow to old Goya I'm half spanish, you see I cook coke to Goya Half spanish, all day roastin poya Recognize, when I'm runnin the game, before me Chickens wasn't even messin with brain, because me Now you started gettin head on the westside highway So recognize my nigga you did it my way Ice rockin, brick choppin and gun shoppin I did it all beat cases with Cochran
Homeboy, I came to party Your girl was looking at me Shes a haggler naw i'm not taggin her but you dont want them boys to come over and start askin ya Whatcha wanna do? SHHH nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing Whatcha wanna do? nothing Whatcha tryin do? nothing
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