B.G. - Factory lyrics

(B.G. Talking) What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your #1 Hot Boy And I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what I'm saying And we bout to f** the game up on some real n***a sh**. Look [B.G.] I'm official in any neck of the woods I could hop out on any step in any hood n***as know me and will come up and wanna f** with me bad A click of n***as with choppers in black with ski masks I'm a coach so I play the sideline Let Kizzle go and snipe at these n***as that out of line I'm a hot boy, people know whats happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory I could do that, sh** real round here Ask a n***a, all that stuntin get you k**ed round here Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic You don't know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy It's 2004, Chopper City in this b**h f**in the game up on some real n***a sh** (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya heard me [Chorus x2] We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the 22's, We on factory (B.G. Talking) Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real n***a What's Happenin (Hakim) I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have d** in my house Now I know how I'm livin with real thugs in my house If I ain't on chrome, your b**h still gonna jock me (Fa Real) Man I'm on fact and that n***a still gonna knock me You hate n***as, y'all really need to stop it I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20 Earrings worth 10, b**h the whip cost 100 100 in the case, 17 in the Glock Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster A 100% real n***a, look me up and down Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town [Chorus] (Gar) f** pushing 10 whips, I spin in the wide track b**hes still get side-tracked Ain't got my a** out, ride cla** course, they pa** out Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle Actually factory got me with a whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell And the bullets sell and your body in hell And shot 'em villians and pulled off alot In big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers Thats how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from runnin straight (Sniper) Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory I'm Lo Pro, foul, dicks**ers no longer be hara**in me n***as actually trippin thinking a n***a Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits And the set of sprewells, man they slippin I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be pa**ing me I just got my package from the west right back to the east [Chorus] (Ziggler The Wiggler) Yeah, You pullin up at the light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You pullin up at the club Jumping out with brand new shirts on And she say gimme some money You can't even keep your phone on n***a we on factory behind them old 10s With 20 stacks in our pocket n***a This Ziggler the Wiggler baby And we kicking the door open for some real n***as You understand me, Guess what? All them real n***as, you got a chance now baby And we out, oh boy