I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto
I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on
Oh somethings turning his mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on
Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump
I'm particulary picky
When it come to licky licky
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.)
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.)
[Chorus]
Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a f**k
Dumb enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a f**k
Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a f**k
Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a f**k
Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know
Everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those under lambo slants
Wit a mad dam from france
Wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in new york wit Miami tans
Got everybody doin the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
This is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna "f" wit me
(please believe it)
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be
(believe it please)
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto
I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on
Oh somethings turning his mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on
Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump
I'm particulary picky
When it come to licky licky
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.)
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.)
[Chorus]
Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a f**k
Dumb enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a f**k
Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a f**k
Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a f**k
Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know
Everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those under lambo slants
Wit a mad dam from france
Wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in new york wit Miami tans
Got everybody doin the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
This is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna "f" wit me
(please believe it)
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be
(believe it please)
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