Uh, uh (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) ShoNuff Ah, hmm, uh Uh, brand-new MMP make me feel MMG Ricky Ross, I'm the boss, niggas envy me 'Cause I make they bitches cum, make they hoes nut, huh, huh I don't give no fuck if none of my hoes fuckin', huh, huh I got lots of 'em, I get lots from 'em, huh, huh They set up opps for me, I get drops from 'em, huh, huh I'm a block hugger, not no cop lover, huh And drop a twelve while I'm sittin' in front of 12 (ShoNuff) Say-ma-ma-ko-ssa, go Mike— ShoNuff Ma-mama-say, ma-ma-ko-ssa, go Michael Jackson style Huh, I can't wear no black pants, white socks, black shoes Get on that work and tap dance, white blocks with the blues I'm pimpin' out the parking lot, don't smoke no Black & Milds, huh Spark a square, it's in the air, I get your teammate fouled, huh Flagrant two, told lil' nigga don't play with Skub Told that nigga I ain't playin' school, your mans gon' learn his lesson too We givin' out headshots, dead shots, death shots Neck shots, chest shots, no leg shots The feds hot, huh, green light, no Xbox If your mans hot, they ain't gon' put you on the same rock Niggas tellin', keep the safety off 'cause niggas jealous, uh Go in the crowd around this bitch like it's the Palace Stephen Jackson, Jermaine O'Neal, be done smacked him Theo Ratliff, put it off the glass, I slap shit Get it groovy, I I can switch the clip around like it's a movie Huh, bandana tied around that Drac' like I'm Stewie Huh, ain't got that money for that dog, be done blew him Naw, be done cooked the dog in front the kids, killed Bluey Naw, huh, turnt that dog to something else like Lilo, Stitch Dope came from outer space just 'cause of my wrist Naw, get a nigga dropped quick like a drop from Chris Work out Huh, me and lil' blood had just pulled off from the Perc' house Huh, I mix the Wock' with the green, I got chop with the beam I aim this bitch up out that window, get you murked out Huh, on my daddy, we'll hurt y'all Huh, steam presser with them packs, I can merch raw Naw, mean stepback off a jab, this a curtain call Tween-tween hesi through that lane, I drop a thirty-ball, hmm Real hooper Uh, nigga better not let me set my feet, real shooter Huh, huh, talkin' 'bout got a stroke, talkin' 'bout got a clique Huh, huh, talkin' 'bout got a cannon, be done bust your lip Huh, huh, put a mask on him, chopper get him ripped Uh, thirty-two up in that stick, bitch, I feel like Rip (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Huh, don't run, don't slip