Whoa, Yeaa! (Whats Goody)
Whoa, Yeaa! (Thraxxx)
Ehhhh!
[Verse: Big Flock]
Mac Dre just hit my phone
Said "Hey Flock we got an emergency"
I'm f**ed up and I know a plug
That we can tax for all of his currency
Big Flock Slim I know heard of me
I know none of y'all know me personally
I do surgery, till you burgundy
And now on the run for some burglaries
n***a face down and gimme money
Play around me get semi dummy
Got plenty choppas, hold a hundred somethin
And we shoot them choopas, them n***as finger gunnin
Just tryna f** not tryna finger nothin
Unless I finger a black pretty woman
Cuz my finger itchin and hear the snitchin
And let it roar like the engine runnin
Better wash your face if you dont want bumps
Gotta f**in oowop that'll knock out your front
Got me a 40 that'll knock out your back
And I need all cheese, n***a thats not cash
Why you wifin her you know thats not your b**h
She saw my baby leg, she said thats not your dick
I roll down my Diesels then I got your b**h
Her legs spread out like some gauchos b**h
She like my tattoos and I'm outspoken
She said I'm the only real n***a like I was a token
n***as say they pop mollies, them n***as pop Motrin
You think you cut-throat then a n***a might choke you
We only need the bread so we caught his a** loafin
Dre wet him up, man that n***a supersoaked him
Smokin on potent, gas got me croakin
Gotta icey n***a we gone leave his a** frozen
I been surrounded by dope boys
Seen my first pound about 13
I let my nuts hang and my gun bang
I'm with the beard gang pound 13
Now all my n***as hold that yoppa
Yea they clappin down like the twerk team
If I my fever when I seen Young Feva
Instead of whippin, I would've murked heem
Catch a rat, chop the rat, cut off his f**in tail
Cut the tongue out the rat I bet he'll never tell
Too much work just came in I need another scale
And my phone let it ring thats another sale
100 shots in the chop thats a lot of shells
Endless heat knocked out the meat , out his taco shell
Dead bodies, different races thats a lot of smells
Hit the plug every week he take a lot of L's
And I stay Thraxxx'd up with the squad and sh**
A n***a starve, I want some beef, I need a lot of it
Its really sad if he want beef, he gotta a lot of kids
Well thats what happens when you beef 'round with Big Flock and sh**