[Verse 1: Heystak]
I see some bullshit blow up, and some hot shit flop
I'm not movin rocks, but I got the ziplock
Move to the top, with that pot and lock
Cool with the dude, got the box on lock
And I'm not goin flop, till I reach the top
I make songs, like it's movin the block
I ain't finna chill out, till I see the cops
Gonna have you pissed off, like I killed a cop
Ain't these other guys, with they bubblegum rap
This goin sell out in Target, Walmart and the Gap
See me in a comertial, better believe I'm strapped
Cause they rough and ruggid, and that's the new south
I'm the white boy that everyones asking about
I could ghostwrite for you, wear a mask in your house
Give you 16 for a G a piece
You could fuck up, and get 16 for free
[Chorus: Heystak]
You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes
I got the ones, you see in the videos
The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces
The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I been doin this rap thing, for longer than you wanted to
Runnin through the dirty south, doin what I wanna do
Ask any old G, they know where I been
Jump in my slab, then get up to ten
Louisiana, Alabama, Jorja, everything in between
Florida, to Carolina, I ain't new to this
Oklahoma, Virginia, tennessee, and so on
Every state I enter, I get my flow on
Now it's 2003, and I'm still standin
Better than I ever did, and I always got my hand in
Life was a struggle for us, behind the scenes plannin
Gotta give the people what the fuck they been demandin
So we bring the trill, straight from the gut
Then hit a nigga hard, like it came from the nut
They feel it in they body, from they head to they toes
Made a million dollar video, had to get hoes
I see some bullshit blow up, and some hot shit flop
I'm not movin rocks, but I got the ziplock
Move to the top, with that pot and lock
Cool with the dude, got the box on lock
And I'm not goin flop, till I reach the top
I make songs, like it's movin the block
I ain't finna chill out, till I see the cops
Gonna have you pissed off, like I killed a cop
Ain't these other guys, with they bubblegum rap
This goin sell out in Target, Walmart and the Gap
See me in a comertial, better believe I'm strapped
Cause they rough and ruggid, and that's the new south
I'm the white boy that everyones asking about
I could ghostwrite for you, wear a mask in your house
Give you 16 for a G a piece
You could fuck up, and get 16 for free
[Chorus: Heystak]
You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes
I got the ones, you see in the videos
The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces
The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Man, I been doin this rap thing, for longer than you wanted to
Runnin through the dirty south, doin what I wanna do
Ask any old G, they know where I been
Jump in my slab, then get up to ten
Louisiana, Alabama, Jorja, everything in between
Florida, to Carolina, I ain't new to this
Oklahoma, Virginia, tennessee, and so on
Every state I enter, I get my flow on
Now it's 2003, and I'm still standin
Better than I ever did, and I always got my hand in
Life was a struggle for us, behind the scenes plannin
Gotta give the people what the fuck they been demandin
So we bring the trill, straight from the gut
Then hit a nigga hard, like it came from the nut
They feel it in they body, from they head to they toes
Made a million dollar video, had to get hoes
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