Let ’Em Know Rehab

Hey you guys
Hey you guys

Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready (ready)
Are you ready (ready)

First there was the weed sack, coppin' and chillin'
Then came the cocaine, robbin' and stealin' (stealin')
I said I dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!

We like that trunk knockin'
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We blazing up the bad
We got them baggies in our pockets
Y'all know we drinking somethin'
We know your thinking somethin'
Making your windows rattle
Turn the corner hear me comin'

[Chorus: x2]
Let'em know that you ain't nothing to be messed with
Bring the fire every time get that money don't quit
Grind off shine off make it happen
Get it get it
Lives large come hard
If you gonna spit it, spit it