JT the Bigga Figga - Lovin' It lyrics

You know you love it Hey, yea, yea [Verse 1] For the year 2001 the lows arousin' Count thousand you smile But when ya see us ain't no smilin' We wildin' all through the surroundings at the showtime Rap before time, you weak n***as get no shine, no shine The whole time we turn shows and turn hoes, turn hoes We got hot sh** to make these n***as burn flows Once is goes to the street then the word goes From the H strip to the Rack Rock and Virgo Lock boys and turn hoes, know the scoop So when ya see us in traffic make sure that you salute My crew produce for the loot Let's come and burn the roof Sayin' we all a bunch of n***as comin' from livin' on the loose My partner vibes shootin' hoops, I'm in the booth And it's the truth that my entourage will blow the roof Ya better be fire proof or you will catch This material flex and drop a bomb like the next We the next to get blessed with them million dollar checks Something hittin' on the West, ya boss gettin' finesse We flossin' flawless like beggettes Come correct or you get your a** handled by the best [Chorus x2] You know your lovin' it Better, better get buggin' it Lovin' this We put it down and keep it bubblin' Strugglin' lookin' back to see where we been And each and every time lovin' it [Verse 2] Nothin' but ballers on this side in the 415 It's time to cash checks accumulate dollars, won't settle for less We livin' restless, I'ma let the lyrical tech spit We on the West b**h so come and test this You get the message plus my chest with the black vest I'm puttin' all type of ice on my checklist Till I'm out to Texas and touchin' down on Lex dubs Scrubs around me quick to talk big and mean mug Supreme thugs from the directly outta Cali Where police don't play and squares like to doubt me We thuggin' it, ya make a move n***a duck quick So f** the dumb sh**, the fast bread I'm lovin' it [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] n***a done let the Troopa in this b**h And I'm about to rip it b**hes and n***as on my jock cause I'm a young n***a gifted I shifted the game from hustlin' to the rap with the get low Instead upon the block in the mo boomin' yay-yo And can't no n***a tell me nothin' that I'm doin' Certified in the game and I'ma keep on pursuin' I be the best man standin' millionaire plannin' These hoes don't like me say I'm shiesty and demandin' Respect without my tech just my million dollar mouthpiece I'm representin' the West, North to South and East I like my crease flooded, my rollie peck studded TVs out the box and leave my dashboard gutted I love it Yeah, yeah 2000 and 1 sh**, ha ha My cousin the Troopa, uh in this b**h Representin' for the Gamblaz, it's real fear This get low sh**, you know you lovin' it [Chorus x2] Ooh, yeah you love it You know you lovin' it You know you love it Cause I'm buggin it Oh yeah You love it, love it