Oh, oh, oh, come on, oh, this motha***a hot, ayo Homeboy, I came to party, your girl was looking at me She's a haggler, no I'm not taggin' her But you don't want them boys to come over and start asking you What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryna do, nigga? What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryna do? Yo, in the hall, pop beat, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager, Chris, and the label to jam Still flossin', showin' your rocks Ain't you used? Heard Grimey, man, we stole your watts They go Indian style, knees bent and got cheeky Strapped with the baby deck, baby deck, BT Tootsie at the bar, lookin' good in the brown dress More than six shots, send them things in the round, yeah Fasana all thugged out loud and clear Said, *** the straight Henny, just *** me a beer You see I'm reppin' now, and my mommies, I got a weapon now Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they hot steppin' now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold in your hand I make hits at the white boy club while I'm buyin' a bar They like, hey now, you're an all-star Young boy, I came to party Your girl was lookin' at me She's a haggler, no, I'm not taggin' her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin' ya What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do, nigga? What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do? I spit math, millimeter rhymes Kill a leader in line My nigga Peter got a heater of minds Niggas still lyin', and they wack-ass bars Only time they see in jail, when they watchin' ours I'm in the club, pissy drunk like And mommies took a pop, I like Adios, kill your soul, then we body a ghost They call me Gordo I sip the champagne that's in Porto Playin' Capricou Man, you're quick-nappy, too I like when Cho-Chi be nappy, too I treat life like a fast car, lower my speed I try to till and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler Way before Melvin Flyntz A criminal, don't need no Prince These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Caught up with them, had them dudes straight hoppin' the fence Young boy, I came to party Your girl was lookin' at me She's a haggler, no, I'm not taggin' her But you don't want them boys to come over and start askin' ya What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do, nigga? What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do, nigga? Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh! Oops, I done done it again I got another one I keep a hit in my pocket, I got another one Fast and furious Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Still bein' Miami and death-skiin' In the ocean where the sharks be at Just so deein' Anna B.C. On a brick, you pay double-easy I got them things that'll move easy And I told the lawyer I so blow the old boyer I'm half Spanish You see, I cook Coke for Goya I'm half Spanish All day roastin' boya Recognize What I brought to the game Before me Chickens wasn't even messin' with brain But cause me Now you started gettin' head on the west side highway So recognize, my nigga, you did it my way Ice rockin' Brick choppin' And gun shoppin' I did it all B cases without coppin' Young boy, I came to party Your girl was lookin' at me She's a haggler No, I'm not taggin' her But you don't want them boys to come over And start askin' ya What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do, nigga? What you wanna do, nigga? What you tryin' to do, nigga? Oh Oh Oh