HIT DA FLOOOOOOOW Oliver Francis & New York Nico

[Intro: Drowning Pool & Oliver Francis]
Here we go, here we go now
One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
One, something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
Now!
Woo
Yuh, you are now listening to the theme of legends
Ooh, check, check, check, yeah
Yeah, ooh, yuh
Hahahaha, hahaha, ooh, bitch
Check it out, check it out, one, two, one, two (Ayy, woah, woah)
Check it out, check it out, one, two, one, two (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
It be the sex and Hennessey that made me act like this
Click clack, blast the gat
Take the loot and I dip quick shit
I ditch my hoodie, then I jump on the train
Just another rainy day, another smooth getaway
Roll the real good weed
Hop on the NPC
And can't nobody fuck with me when come to cookin' the beats
All that flexin on the gram, I turn your ass to a lick
I'll pistol whip your baby moms if she givin' me lip, real shit
I run from nothing, I'll be bustin' if the feds knock
All my jewelry custom and you know my Jordan's dead stock
We hit the top if that mean diggin' through the bedrock
Homie, you a pimple like you 'bout to get yo' head popped
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah, I'm on a roll
Fuckin' model bitches on the cover of Vogue
Better pray that I don't catch you chillin' posted at the liquor store
Turn this shit to Drowning Pool, let the bodies hit the floor, bitch
Let the bodies hit the flo', bitch, bitch