[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas
Come down on lower level actin like they hard
Off the street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga!
Bring that shit to the floor nigga
Got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga
Go get yo ass delt with biatch!
Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a piledriver nigga
Bring it to the floor muthafucka
You can't fuck wit dis pimp nigga (woof woof grrrrrrr)
Don't get yo ass put into a motherfuckin piledriver
Like I said aaaaa
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down, me and Paul in a holding cell
Waitin' to use the fuckin phone, waitin' to get a fuckin bail
Some people think 201 is just a place for cops and robbers
Niggas still smoke weed constantly, passing dollars
Mace in your face when it's time to get buckwild
Cause lawyer fees are high as hell, payin' these can't even help my trial
So while I'm thinkin' to myself, a nigga walked right up to me
Lookin' me up and down with a frown, smellin' like a bottle of Crown
But I dont give a fuck cuz this hoe gon' make me make the news
For shankin' niggas in the neck, whippin' guards and takin' shoes
He threw up a gang sign, I turned my back, didn't pay him no mind
And when I looked around again he threw it up another time
I said "Yo wassup fool, is there somethin that you're tryin' to prove?"
I ain't wit that gang shit, he smiled and fired up a Kool
Walked a little closer to me, I'mma pull them dreads up outta his head
He didn't show no violent act but in a low tone this is what he said:
Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggas
Come down on lower level actin like they hard
Off the street ass punk! yaint bout shit nigga!
Bring that shit to the floor nigga
Got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga
Go get yo ass delt with biatch!
Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put in a piledriver nigga
Bring it to the floor muthafucka
You can't fuck wit dis pimp nigga (woof woof grrrrrrr)
Don't get yo ass put into a motherfuckin piledriver
Like I said aaaaa
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down, me and Paul in a holding cell
Waitin' to use the fuckin phone, waitin' to get a fuckin bail
Some people think 201 is just a place for cops and robbers
Niggas still smoke weed constantly, passing dollars
Mace in your face when it's time to get buckwild
Cause lawyer fees are high as hell, payin' these can't even help my trial
So while I'm thinkin' to myself, a nigga walked right up to me
Lookin' me up and down with a frown, smellin' like a bottle of Crown
But I dont give a fuck cuz this hoe gon' make me make the news
For shankin' niggas in the neck, whippin' guards and takin' shoes
He threw up a gang sign, I turned my back, didn't pay him no mind
And when I looked around again he threw it up another time
I said "Yo wassup fool, is there somethin that you're tryin' to prove?"
I ain't wit that gang shit, he smiled and fired up a Kool
Walked a little closer to me, I'mma pull them dreads up outta his head
He didn't show no violent act but in a low tone this is what he said:
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