This dedicated to all the real DJ's
All 'em n***as in them Chevy's
Hey, what's up, playa hatin n***as need to shut the f** up! (Shut up!)
Cut it out
Make my name taste like sh** in ya mouth (Doodoo!)
Same n***as that be talking this sh**
Be the first n***as speak when I walk in that b**h
Them lame n***as that be hatin' on Trick
Jump right in they whip and go to funkin my sh**!
You know how n***as be (yes)
They ya dawgs while ya there but they talk 'bout you when you leave
I'm like f** n***a, please
You couldn't get a blessing from me if you f** n***as sneezed
Up fire, like f** n***a freeze
Don't move don't mothaf**in' breathe!
See I was raised to be f**n***a-free
If You don't like what I'm sayin', then f** n***a leave!
I, stay far away from s**a n***as
Get money, live life, like f** a n***a
You, you and your crew and some other sh**
Fake thugs who indulge in that s**a sh**!
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
See, I'm a n***a that's straight out the hood
My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
So if I'm GA, Alabama, or South Carolina just know that I'm good
I, represent for the thug n***as
Start snappin' go to slappin' all the f** n***as
Back hand any n***a wearin' tight pants
f** n***a might as well wear lace wigs
b**h a** n***a you
You try too hard, and I ain't feeling you
So here's what I'm finna do
I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do!
Right now, get ya puss a** out
Or later on they will tote ya a** out
Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin' this a mothauckin' game
Get hit up wit dem thangs!
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS
To the n***a wit the old school tape deck
Say playa, can a n***a get a ba** check
Now that's too much qual for your new car
And this ba** too hard for ya iPod
My God, I hope you got a good heart
Cause ol' lord these speakers on steroids
Can't nan n***a rap like I rap
f** n***as slick rap but they won't step
It's the n***as like me who ya can't scare
Coming through with the middle finger in the air!
f** you, you and your whole crew
Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
I, gives a f** what a n***a think
Off rip be the first n***a in the paint
You, you the n***a that will try to run
Dial 911, say I got a gun!
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
And we known for the BASS
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's
And a whole lot of BASS
Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at?
With the funk in the trunk
Let 'em hear that BASS
Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS