[Intro: Shirley Ann Lee, Louis Prima & Jaybeez Da Osama]
Just do that and then let the music do somethin', and then do that again, that'd be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know (That's all I need), three minutes max— (That's a fact)
Down the chimney, he will come (OYOGz [?], lemme talk my shit for these Sweepers, man)
With his great big smile (Osama, bitch, grrah, R.I.P bro)
And you'll find that even the kiddies (I miss you Edot Babyy)
Are swingin' in the latest style (Yo, IV, doin' magic, I miss you Notti, free the guys)
Look, hah (Look)
[Chorus: Jaybeez Da Osama]
We different, when we step in the spot, everybody enеrgy get lifted
Stay on my pivot, ten toеs down on the pain, hit him, then a nigga shifted
Think he shitted, 'cause he stinkin'
I don't know what these opp niggas thinkin'
Big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin'?
[Verse 1: Jaybeez Da Osama]
600K, catch a 'Wok, I'ma take 'em
Look, fuck if it's [?], he gon' do somethin' for what's correspondin'
Shorty on dick and she gettin' me tight
No, I can't love her 'cause a nigga heartless
R.I.P Edot Babyy, and lil' Notti
Niggas know what we do to the oppies
Free Shotty, free Scottie
.33 tryna put three in your body
Niggas know that we really paved a way
Show some respect, or get shot in your face
Free all the bros on the rock, they got the spot, and they still duckin' the [?]
How you ran on your mans and got shot? That ain't your mans, he should've packed you away
Hit him up, get him up, put the slappy away
Put my thumb in her butt, get to slappin' away
I'm fed up with my ex so I'm packin' her up
On the rock, you was butt, niggas smacked you up
If it's up, then it's up, then we leavin' it stuck
Click clack from the Glock when I'm keepin' it tucked
Head tap, now he quackin' and shit like a duck
Look, grrah, head tap, now he quackin' and shit like a duck
Grrah, grrah, look
Just do that and then let the music do somethin', and then do that again, that'd be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know (That's all I need), three minutes max— (That's a fact)
Down the chimney, he will come (OYOGz [?], lemme talk my shit for these Sweepers, man)
With his great big smile (Osama, bitch, grrah, R.I.P bro)
And you'll find that even the kiddies (I miss you Edot Babyy)
Are swingin' in the latest style (Yo, IV, doin' magic, I miss you Notti, free the guys)
Look, hah (Look)
[Chorus: Jaybeez Da Osama]
We different, when we step in the spot, everybody enеrgy get lifted
Stay on my pivot, ten toеs down on the pain, hit him, then a nigga shifted
Think he shitted, 'cause he stinkin'
I don't know what these opp niggas thinkin'
Big die 2, hit an opp, what he thinkin'?
[Verse 1: Jaybeez Da Osama]
600K, catch a 'Wok, I'ma take 'em
Look, fuck if it's [?], he gon' do somethin' for what's correspondin'
Shorty on dick and she gettin' me tight
No, I can't love her 'cause a nigga heartless
R.I.P Edot Babyy, and lil' Notti
Niggas know what we do to the oppies
Free Shotty, free Scottie
.33 tryna put three in your body
Niggas know that we really paved a way
Show some respect, or get shot in your face
Free all the bros on the rock, they got the spot, and they still duckin' the [?]
How you ran on your mans and got shot? That ain't your mans, he should've packed you away
Hit him up, get him up, put the slappy away
Put my thumb in her butt, get to slappin' away
I'm fed up with my ex so I'm packin' her up
On the rock, you was butt, niggas smacked you up
If it's up, then it's up, then we leavin' it stuck
Click clack from the Glock when I'm keepin' it tucked
Head tap, now he quackin' and shit like a duck
Look, grrah, head tap, now he quackin' and shit like a duck
Grrah, grrah, look
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