Hook

You’se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol’ sucka-ass self) (x4)

(sean paul)
When I hit the gc, my money buckled ? ?
These hoes shakin’ they ass, but they ain’t shakin’ it for free
Lookin’ dead at me, finna’ get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I’m almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin’ good, lil’ shawty ?
"can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz? "
And he did, so it’s on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em’ off, she shook em’ off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin’ at me like I’m wrong
Don’t where your playa’ partner, do dis’ thang til’ the money gone

Hook

(j-bo)
It’s friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I’ll hit club niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It’s that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin’ his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I’m a’ go and head over to magic city
Where I can get slizzard some mo’, and see alot mo’ titties
And bitties actin’ shitty for somethin’ they ain’t got
So look here shawty, it ain’t no need you gettin’ hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat’ thang, as I proceed to blow the spot

Hook

(sean paul)
My fare lookin’ shawt, done spent all my change
Ain’t even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I’m big pistol, drank another drank of win’
On the dance wit’ cha’
Shawty really, want me to come home wit’ her
Chargin’ five hundred, but I ain’t got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I’m that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin’ bills to your sister

(j-bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit’ my nigga mark twayne and sean paul off in the lac’
And now it’s on the crack, and we actin’, and cuttin’ the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain’t nothin’ cool
So I’m a’ let you know, just in case you didn’t know
That them attic crew boys steppin’ in just for the low
And if you ain’t wit’ it, then deal wit’ it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain’t bout’ no games, and you can take that to the store

Hook

[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes

[Chorus 2x]

[TALKIN (Sean Paul lil' john)]

[Sean Paul]
They callin' me to came back to tha streets
who, Sean b A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary
these sucka nigga out here very scary
they cuffin hole they livin' in tha month of February
ok den put a sense a nigga on display den
kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in
I'm still added A double T.I.C
it ain't no hoe out there foreal who don't know bout me
bitch I'm foshow wit it
don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it
and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it
wont catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly
its Youngbloodz A-TOWN malt liqua sippin
comin' straight from tha gutta
toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova
lil john he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba
Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make u mug then slugga

[Chorus]
if you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck
[Repeat 4x]
don't start no shit it won't be no shit [x4]
[Repeat 4x]

[John B]
I post up get to it drank hand and hand
they call me mister harin bone cuz that's my right hand man
old school straight foolish like no otha indeed
wit lil john its Youngbloodz get crunk as can be
added crew 105 thats if u lookin to rumble
cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba
in tha club u gone feel it when it drop this summa
like rain we gone pour and hit u hard like thunda
cuz in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table
where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas
in my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call
jus dial 1-800-400acohol
and dog I'm not tha one you jus wanna clown
I'm coo in my way but shit still I shut em

Hook
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin’ hoes off, cut em’ up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit it’s all good, we ride through the hood
In the delta 88’, with that georgia license plate
These niggas don’t know
They don’t even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla’ at me like you know your fo’, chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout’ 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya’ wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin’ bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit’ my slick partna’ then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em’ in.
Atlanta georgia, we comin’ for ya’ with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin’ gin, we steppin’ in
Its the attic crew, no flaw within
We them youngbloodz wit’ plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause j-bo is who I be, won’t fuck with you, don’t fuck with me
So can’t you see through the enemies
You’d besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ? cruts’?
Hook

A day late and a dolla’ short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin’ to get meat
22 tryin’ to see 23, shawty ? three u double t’s?
What it ain’t gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain’t came up with nay-thin’, let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin’ on mine, ? ? ?
In the meantime tryin’ to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin’, but the grind don’t stop
Like time don’t stop, like a nigga who drop
? ? ? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain’t got nothin’ to be smiling bout’
Only bit ? fake chasers? I’m tryin’ to waste
Gotta keep on stackin’, gotta keep on packin’
Slackin’ gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don’t show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin’ around, gonna get you fucked up
? 4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don’t gives a fuck, don’t make mistakes
Shake em’ off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don’t make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin’ said?
We ain’t scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and fleetwood ride good vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I’m slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank it’s funny but it ain’t
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
>from the freeze-tag to the fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can’t be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin’ and shakin’, like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

Hook

And not once but twice am I back on line
Remarkably delivering these words of mine
And when I come forth I come with such a force
You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need
And that's to get loose and let you soul be free
Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see
And aint no way in hell we gon' let that ride
While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied
Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye
And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high
Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink
and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours
And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it
Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it
And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it

My drankin patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call
My drankin patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool
My drankin' patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get 'em a buzz
My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna

You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen'
My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin
Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz
I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me
We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies
Just might get locked up
Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves
And just me and my roll dawg always go half
when he got it man he won't crash
my mo'fuckin' patna
hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass
my nigga just ought a
fill up my cup see I'm a drunk and man I can't get enough
and when I'm wit' my patna,
aint worried bout who drunk the liquor 'cause I know it won't nothin' but us

[CHORUS]

See that's my dawg, that's my folk, that's my buddy
The nigga that I call to smoke
Drankin' good, him and I, on the go
Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low,
In da wind, crashin' in, settin' it off, pass the hen'
Out the in, crunk as eva, and still at it again
Chic'd up, on the flo' its just me and my drankin patna
I'm only hittin' the club wit' a drank of low, getting' drunk off a dub
Fuck around get knocked up when your folk wanna slow up
You fuck around and get popped in yo' fuckin' wit' my patna
We don't play those games and kind of slizzard, but we neva been lame
I'm at the bar with my patna spendin' all my change
try'na get it all once again with my

[CHORUS 2X]

Shake that thing Miss Kana Kana
Shake that thing Miss Annabella
Shake that thing yan Donna Donna
Jodi and Rebecca

Woman Get busy, Just shake that booty non-stop
When the beat drops
Just keep swinging it
Get jiggy
Get crunked up
Percolate anything you want to call it
Oscillate you hip and don't take pity
Me want fi see you get live �pon the riddim when me ride
And me lyrics a provide electricity
Gal nobody can tell you nuttin'
Can you done know your destiny

Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
�Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on �til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on

Woman don't sweat it, don't get agitate just gwaan rotate
Can anything you want you know you must get it
From you name a mentuin
Don't ease the tension just run the program gals wan pet it
Just have a good time
Gal free up unu mind caw nobody can dis you man won�t let it can
You a the number one gal
Wave you hand
Make them see you wedding band

[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
�Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on �til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on

Woman Get busy , Just shake that booty non-stop
When the beat drops
Just keep swinging it
Get jiggy
Get crunked up
Percolate anything you want to call it
Oscillate you hip and don't take pity
Me want fi see you get live �pon the riddim when me ride
And me lyrics a provide electricity
Gal nobody can tell you nuttin'
Can you done know your destiny

[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
It's all good girl turn me on
�til a early morn'
let's get it on
let's get it on �til a early morning
girl…it's all good just turn me on

Yo, Shake that thing
Miss Kana Kana shake that thing
Yo, Annabella shake that thing
Miss Donna Donna
Yo Miss Jodi yu'r di one and Rebecca shake that thing

Yo shake that thing
Yo Joanna shake that thing
Yo Annabella shake that think
Miss Kana Kana

[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame
gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
�Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on �til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on
[x2]

Let's get it on �til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on

I’m saying everybody gettin’ tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I’m saying?
Don’t waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I’m sayin’, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til’ I can’t wait no mo’
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro’, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can’t seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha’ got to show
For when thangs movin’ slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain’t nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin’ the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho’

Hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>from tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round’, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it’s real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin’ in your path
To partna’ keep a look out for these niggas startin’ to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin’ in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin’, I’m a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It’s dem boys from dat attic makin’ noise in the streets
So don’t you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

Hook

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain’t no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I’m stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it’s a business now
Don’t play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil’ bit
Oh now you feelin’ this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro’
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it’s all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it’s all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin’ to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil’

Hook

"Gimme The Light"

Jus Gimme the light
yea yeah
Jus Gimme the light
yo yo
Jus Gimme the light
dont say it
jus gime the light
sean paul

[Chorus:]
Jus gimme the ligh
and pass the dro
Bust another bottle of moe
Gal dem in a me sight
and I gots know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Causle i'm in a the vibes
and i got my dough
Bust another botte of moe
Gurl dem lookin hype
and i gots to know

[Verse 1 & 3]
Could I be your protector
your buff in every sector
Everyman around dem
wanna turn your inspector
but u no let them sweat ya
No grill you with no lecture
But dem power drill
or dem feul injector
Dem a infector
Disease collector
Nuff of dem a gon on
like dem wan come wreck ya
Done out the part
where you got in your center
But u know
u dont let themn guy affect ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 & 4]
One / Two / Three / Four / Five of them
Situation gettinh really live again
Girl dem wanna Fi hang out with
The players and the riders de
Beside of them and dem say
Dem tired of the liars
Dem friars and connivers
will never get inseide of dem
Dem clyder dem
Especially the money hider dem
Watchie watchie girl bout dem
A try fi make bride of dem
Denied again
some of them move like a spiderman
Girl dem say nah
open wide again

[Chorus til fade]

Yeah

Hook

Early morning to late night, hey!!!
Gonna give it to ya’, just like you like, hey!!!
Lettin’ the world know just what it be, hey!!!
Look, shawty an’ dem’ lay you down with hot heat! hey!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, hey!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, hey!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, hey!!!
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey!!!

I hear em’ hollerin’, tell me what do he wanna do
We finna’ act a fool, youngblood, dat attic crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em’ slipping on that corner, lil’ shawty draw down
Swats, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don’t play no games, it’s automatic hit ya’
They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit’ cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil’ shawty shake some, lil’ shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em’, split em’, let this hot heat penetrate em’
My lil’ buddies drop em’ on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout’ that, we leave em’ stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black

Hook

You on your last and only way of ever living
And it’s forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin’
Gettin’ fold, now whether you know, see you s.o.s
Put an s on your chest, see it ain’t nothin’ less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won’t fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya’
Comin’ dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout’ to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin’ on that other shit

Hook

Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, it’s an ugly thang, I’m back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem-ph), I’m known to limp
Everything is against da grain
Can’t you tell, a-t-l, sack it up, make it sale
Fat sacs keep em’ coming back, now they shop with pelle pelle
Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell
Terroristic threats, shawty tell em’ that this here ? death or trill?
Ain’t no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chill the mo’, ? ? , billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don’t fuck with mine
Hit em’ hard, one hit caught, the other two times can’t fuck with mine

Hook

Hook

Now its the money, that make this here world round
And its the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And its the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you aint got shit, everything is tight
Cause its the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And its the money, thats keepin your nose full of that blow
And its the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin a way to get this money, but I cant get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, cant let no time fly by
And though its the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe its the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em down for his
But homeboy still, you aint even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes aint tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
Youd better count your blessins nigga

Hook

Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans
Till when you couldnt get nothin
For that little girl that you were courtin
And done always been bout how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you aint gettin off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga aint supposed to have nuttin, thats worth a lil somethin
The reason niggas gettin chickens in and kickin in doors
Flip

It ain’t a thang in this world thats gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering’ through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we won’t never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it
Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
Now who the fuck, just al nut, it’s a must for you to get crushed
So don’t rush to get dat’ change
You’d besta wake on up and take a look inside this frame
For everything ain’t everything when times are gettin’ rough
To pressure is your conscience in this game you callin’ bluff
Now nigga what, yeah

Oh, a lot of hatin’ went on doing this thang here
Folks just swore we wasn’t finna’ put it down for the a-town
You know what I’m saying? I ain’t gotta call no names
Cause you know who you are
You know what I’m sayin’
All I got to say to all of y’all is...
You can’t keep nobody from the attic down
Know what I’m sayin’, and thats on the floor

Yea, it’s me, remember me from back in the day
The same ol’ nigga you thought wouldn’t get paid
Look at me now nigga, shit done changed
Ain’t no mo’ gettin’ wet in the rain
Hennessey and dank to kill all my pain
Sho’ nuff’ you can hear, but you can’t feel me man
And it’s a damn shame, we go through what we do
Playa hatin’ while I’m chillin’ on the avenue
Can’t hold no nigga down from the attic crew
Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause ain’t no tellin’ what’s next
The dem’ between real and the ones that flex
All in your face grinnin’ when you cash that check
But when they get down and dirty it’s like "fuck dat’ bitch"
Ass nigga, so how you figga’ I was wrong
Got a baby, and a crib to keep clothes on
Long time ago, way before the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, it’s just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let sean paul shine
Like dem’ folks open face off in yo’ grill
I ain’t tryin’ to be greedy, I’m just tryin’ to live
Now that the picture clear, and you know what I mean
Being broke all again slick it’s just a dream

Ok, you knowimsayin, this Sean Paul like you knowimsayin, I'ma tell it
like it is right quick you know, a lot of niggaz drink Cristal
Dat's cool and everything you knowimsayin I ain't got it like
That I'm fucked up a lil bit you knowimsayin I still drink
Hennessey and Colt 45 you already know

[Verse 1]
I ball, all day 'til the money gone
Hit the trap with that and get it back on
Big body Cadillac frame with the chrome
I'm Gettin a lil mo' sucka make punk niggaz run home
I'm mashin, phone steady on roam
Still ride dirty hand placed on my chrome
Cuz I'm nervous, I'm get my Cadillac swervin'
I damn near hit buddy in that suburban
I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin
I'm DUI and got bro right beside me
Still mashin, no gives a damn about crashin
I'm geeked up I took a blunt up out the stash
Still rollin, no tags cuz it's stolen
I'm fucked up, out of parly and control
Slow motion, outta gas and just coastin
I'm dead drunk, fuck ............ (switchin lane to lane)

[Chorus]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[Verse 2]
I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone
Hit da club like dat and get back home
Got a couple freaks on their way on the phone
Talking bout they ready to burp and get it on
So I'm scrollin, doin' 50 just chokin'
On 85 with my nigga straight smokin'
Bout woozy, so they ain't no excuse me
Disrespectin' get yo ass in the movies
That's gangsta, I break you down to ya ankles
Jump pussy nigga watch me make you famous
You was laughin', Shoulda known you was actin'
From how you came out yo mouth bout the attic
That's tragic still sittin' in traffic
In the left lane looking for some action
What's happenin, ain't nothing what's crackin'
Nothing but these hoes lookin' for some stabbin'(Switchin Lane To Lane)

[Chorus]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[Verse 3]
I'm ridin dirty, and see these hoes that disturb me
Fuck niggaz poppin' shit ain't never worth it
That's crucial, toned out is what I'm used to
In the back of the 'lac where hoes choosin'
We foolish, getting crunk off the music
On Billy D that's just how we do it
Slidin, wit my niggaz right behind me
In the streets on the go is where ya find me
Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay coo
Buckle up I'm ridin with a car full of fools
Blunts up, man I don't wanna make a move
Bad news, I done swerved on them 2
I'm scuttlin', little button I'm ridin ugly
I'm full of smoke, just finished smoking a dubby
Trippin, can't get caught out here slippin'
If they want me they gonna have to come get me (Switchin Lane To Lane)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, grippin the grain switchin lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin, destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
dirty I'm wildin, ain't nothing changed switchin lane to lane

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good Times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now

[Chorus - Seal Paul]
Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'

But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'

[Verse 2 - J-Bo]
I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel
Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feelin', let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can't no mo'
We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go
At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this whole new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Backbone]
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe
We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo'
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'

[Chorus Until Fade]

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paper
Im a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread
Duckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some head
Bringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swole
Workin' the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain't had it, I gotta get it
Nothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wicked
You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' better
But keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weather
Stackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission
Trappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin'
And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin'
Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

[Chorus - x2]