Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it
Lay it up, pimp, get shot to the head But y'all want my cutlass, now, I just want yo bread Sport a lil platinum B-C and B-B I'm thug nigga and you know
' shot, double-K, flow pop Navigate, interactive flashback Now who nice wit it? Spit it on the block daily Product, never shady, slang the real Send it
monkey freaks My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin' Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it
move it ooh that's crazy So amazing, I'm getting faded That way you move it ooh that's crazy Ooh so sexy you got that natural The way you move it ooh
Hey, they're playing our song again I like it when you make it bounce Your healthy body Sticky wet when you do that thang Love, they give you the lines
up or out on appeal Keep it tight when I'm in it ask me how does it feel Number two easy to do be who you are Be with me a real "G" with every beat
I found is you still care You had feelings an' they're still there Baby girl, keep it real here, are u still down? Girl, it's alright, baby 'Cause it
Cool J] I been doin this a long time man, I'm tired of gettin money On second thought... Before Master P, I was bout it bout it B Before Cash Money, I
Keep the bottle poppin' all night long What we smoke? That gush Presidential shit George Bush How we do it? Like this Get crunk, b-b-bent Sixteen, I'ma give it
back and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all
(whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right) Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk Represent
damn she keep it real. You having problems, talk about it, Tell them just chill. just chill (seven timess) [C H O R U S] So tired , So sick of your shit , it
it's us in the club they krunk, it's $hort and Twista And I know the ladies know we love to cut I can tell it when they Whisper they say See the ballin
crunked like it's 1999 So holla at me, whody, he's the one who b's Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police Than pass me the grumble, we gon' get it
throw it up [Lil' Jon] Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up (
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain What
