(feat. Thug Dogg)
[Verse 1: MGD]
Now just because I drops my sh** slow and then sink with the beat
These n***as think I'm coming incomplete
But when I put that sh** in Flipmode, they start running from the squad
You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard
I got that rabbit in a hat trick
That make 'em step back sh**
That game to make your girl turn into a track b**h
Plus, I can run it like a freaky do
And get nasty with just like a freaky hoe
And put every motherf**er on the flo'
And have them go like he a n***a what
I'm a make y'all bounce with it
Hit the green, then blow on an ounce with it
Hit the flo, with the folks on Georgia Bows, n***a while y'all bounce with it
No doubt, I just wanna turn it out
Keep bringin that sh** from the dirty south
You don't know me boy, better watch your mouth
I'm MGD, hell you talkin 'bout
n***a please, you better freeze, hit your knees
Cause you don't want damn near none of these
I know about, then on a lot of ki's
With more rhyme than smokes on a hundred D's
n***a, me and my folk gone stick together
When we come to a hole we gone hit together
We gone talk that same bullsh** together
Then jump down on the same hill together, n***a what
[Chorus x4]
n***a, me and my folk gone stick together
When we come to a hole we gone hit together
We gone talk that same bullsh** together
Then jump down on the same hill together
[Verse 1: Thug Dogg]
My n***a Mike called me and told me what was going on
Y'all actin like some hoes with the beatin, f**ing sin hoes
C'mon and get it while I wanna give it to you
Before I hit the block with the?? sendin the hundred tips to you
I knew y'all n***as was cowards
Ain't got no heart till you gets the power
But c**aine won't stop you b**hes from feeling pain
Say my name, Thug Dogg
Don't you feel a little bit sober
Make you wanna stop pickin up busta's
n***a wanna get on ya hustle
Y'all know nothing about stars (waking up)
Boy get your front n***as (breaking up)
In halves, in the streets (shaking up)
Y'all b**h n***as just ain't take enough
Y'all makin us wanna ride on this mari- now slide over
Find out where the lab you stayin, with the f**ing straps on you
I'm in it by myself, don't need no help, now dig on we'll be there
Heard you got them ki's??? now you got tied to the chair
Where they at? Where they at? Over there? Over there? Okay we outta here
I've been waiting on the motherf**ing lick
Like this right here for a couple of years
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2: MGD]
Let's get on a fifth of page
Comin bigger than the hips on a glove range
Hittin harder than a motherf**ing twelve gauge
Now they want some of that dirty sawed off
But f** y'all n***as ain't had enough
By yourself, y'all look ready to bust
Now whatcha did we ain't trip, nothing to discuss
Which one of y'all hoes wanna f** with us
But you a soulsin n***a, opposin n***a
When the time due on the murder, on the hold n***a
Come straight out the junk on the boating n***a
Ain't damn y'all hoes holdin what
[Verse 2: Thug Dogg]
I either be f**ed with, f**ed up, or even f**ed around with
If you lookin for a steady go at it a** whupping, you found it
All that mean reppin, all that fake thuggin, that don't mean sh**
n***a see me bust your a**, my n***a, you ain't seen sh**
And y'all be running around this motherf**er
Talkin bout y'all wrong and y'all right
Flexing all that bling bling, knowing y'all ain't got it
f** that dark sh**, you can come with, that's all we waiting for
So when you see my dog, n***a you know it's the best hoe
[Verse 3: MGD]
Whoa now, Godby Road, Simpson Road, Adamville
If you ain't from where I'm from, then you don't know how I feel
[Chorus repeat till fade]