Ca**idy - B-Boy Stance (Main) lyrics

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants Yeah, okay I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one Let's go Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I said, ‽Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes” I'm fresh to d**h, dressed to impress Fresh for real, n***a dressed to k** I'm the best for real, I was blessed with sk** The FS in my necklace still I'm a threat for real, I come at n***as necks for real Tryin' build my success got me stressed for real I'ma gain my respect 'cause I'm extra real And I'm extra fly, you just extra high If it wasn't for them d**, you'd be extra shy Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify F the extra sh**, get an extra clip I get some extra lip, just expect to die I'll put a whole in your head, 'cause I hold bread And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now I'm just chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I said, ‽Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes” I get it poppin' on the block like a b-boy If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy See boy, tryin' f** around with me boy Your wrist like f**in' a b**h with no see boy I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over Life's a war, we was meant to be soldiers I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova Pretend to be Big, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop And the slugs gonna eventually pop 'Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penitentiary oxe VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block But I'm now, chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I said, ‽Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes” Okay, I'm fresh to d**h like a million bucks My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck Either way the chicks still on my nuts, you know what I'm sayin' I ain't playin' with them n***as that be feelin' they tough I ain't a k**a but you still will get touched I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the tuck And my lil' man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me I can't dance I got the nine on me Heckler and Koch mami, fresh from the box mami Got your panani wet 'cause I'm fresh to the socks mami Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun See life a b**h, but I'm makin' her cum and um Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I said, ‽Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes” Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I said, ‽Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”