[Intro: Rick Ross]
This what I'm talkin' 'bout right here
Ross
Just make the sh** work a while, my n***a
Triple C's
[Hook: J-Rock]
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up ,what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block
f** football, I'm goin' down another path
Couldn't pa** the test, to tell the truth
I couldn't f** with math
I did get a scholarship, but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes
Get life on ya cell phone
Quarter ki' box of soda, Ross whip that
Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up, go and get 'em brands up
Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to, let em' f** a dancer
Smokin' weed in Amsterdam with his grandson
Why he pa**ed on me, my last homie
I went and bought a bird
I want some cash homie
[Hook: J-Rock]
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up ,what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I never rode a n***a coat tail, made her took a dope sell
f** it n***a, o wells, smokin' on that cla**ified
Rollin' in that Lac' of mine
You know my mind stay numb to the world half the time
Thinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn near was f**ed up
Found him in the trunk with another dude, f**ed up
The world f**ed up, that's why I'm f**ed up
Don't get f**ed up, f** with me, you f**ed up
b**h I'mma ride, b**h I'mma die
When I holla 3-0-5, b**h, that's on my life
Got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib
The grenades down the street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's)
I know n***as turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boi 'em thangs move
Fish scale get the big mail
In the room full of work
In case they came when they inhale
[Hook: J-Rock]
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up ,what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin'
Like Martin in Aston, Martin
When I park it, I can see ya b**h heart-beat
So roll out the red carpet, roll up the purple sh**
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya f**in' mouth, don't ever take the smooth
Thinkin' of a greater way, to build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head, that's how I grade a hoe
White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star
Look this half a ki' go to the club and I'mma buy the bar
Do it twice a week f**in' b**hes on the other nights
Promise E-cla** we'll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'mma grab
Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half
Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful
You see ya dreams come true cause I'm the truth
[Hook: J-Rock]
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up ,what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
f** that I'm gettin' out the hood