[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo, Both]
C'mon
Hot 97
Blazin' hip hop and R&B
You're now tuned into G-G-G, G-Unit
Radio
50 Cent (Here we go now!), Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[Refrain: 50 Cent]
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers tryna steal my flow
But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door (C'mon!)
[Bridge: ? & Tony Yayo]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh) (What!)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh (Uh huh, uh huh) (What!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh, uh huh)
It's like this (Mm) and like that (Uh) and like
This (Yea)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got these groupies backstage tryna rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lip-gloss (What else?!)
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house (What!)
Got me in the hood with my nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have (Break it down) rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinnin'
Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchen
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams
Into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about (Here we go!) to blow ten
C'mon
Hot 97
Blazin' hip hop and R&B
You're now tuned into G-G-G, G-Unit
Radio
50 Cent (Here we go now!), Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[Refrain: 50 Cent]
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers tryna steal my flow
But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door (C'mon!)
[Bridge: ? & Tony Yayo]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh) (What!)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh (Uh huh, uh huh) (What!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh, uh huh)
It's like this (Mm) and like that (Uh) and like
This (Yea)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got these groupies backstage tryna rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lip-gloss (What else?!)
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house (What!)
Got me in the hood with my nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have (Break it down) rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinnin'
Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchen
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams
Into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about (Here we go!) to blow ten
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