holla at them boyz feat j gutt歌詞

Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all that,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers
I presents to you
Young ladies!
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump,
Put your back in,
Back out
Do the hump.
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump,
Put your back in,
Back out do the hump,
Well, I’m fly as son of a gun,
Son of a stunner (yep)
High as a 757 going to heaven (who)
Weezy F the reverend preach about me I’m the god 1-7 apple and E
Cash Money Makaveli, ya’ll ain’t ready,
Quick fast like Tom Petty, ya’ll just petty
’82 I was born ready,
I’m too ready,
You all Betty Crocker balla blockers, I’m too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 the shoes,
Boo me and you got plenty to do,
I don’t need no pool I’m swimming in you,
And I sleep with the sharks shorty on that water water,
In a beamer eight hundred forty mama,
Shake something for me,
And it don’t make sense if it don’t make that money,
I’m-a take that money, I’m straight Cash Money
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the bottom of the map
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence for the homeboy Souljah Slim (yeah)
Fronting ’round here will get your back chopped off,
We do our own thing
We don’t act like you all
I say black white walls with the backs wiped off
Ah, you all little busters just a tax write off
I’m a stand up guy, not the type that fall
We don’t breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy the don, homie read between the lines,
If you can’t, boy, read ma nine,
I’m going hard in the paint like Diesel time,
Either I’m the illest cat doin’ it or these cats is losing it