T.I. - Here I Go lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dro] n***as try me, catch fifty first Choppa so big n***a hit reverse I'mma draw down on you and your partner so perfect You gon' think this sh** rehearsed I can spit the verse but can't handle the repercussions AK clips and Russians Blood is rushing, cold-a** Swiss accounts So you know the coats is Tuscan Teddy Ruxpin, n***a, I'm a bear Black kush, weed, n***a, put it in the air Black mink cover up the living room chair Chinchillas cover up my b**hes over there Westside, I can make a k**ing over there Eastside, I can't pimp without Slim Spodee on deck, can't k** it without him Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow [Hook: Spodee] I was kickin' my sh**, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O Kickin' my feet up, young n***a G'd up, probably rollin' with your ho Now all these folks got somethin' to say about where I be and where I go I heard n***as was lookin' for me, p**y n***a, here I go Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (p**y n***a, here I go) Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o Here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o (p**y n***a, here I go) [Verse 2: Shad da God] Probably with your b**h - big bu*t, can't fit up in the Six A hundred whole bucks'll get you two purple zips A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch She don't wanna f** me, she wanna f** my wrist Tell her like Young Dro: "f** that b**h" (I said f** that b**h) Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, burnt that b**h [Verse 3: T.I. (Shad Da God)] You n***as better go on with the buster sh** I send 50 then empty out another clip I'm Westside ridin' my hooptie still On the phone seeing where my little cousin is (I'm on the Southside right now It ain't nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools) And n***a we so deep, so don't even If it ain't on me, I'm strapped like a fool, biotch! (I know a n***a that cut work, b**h Ride with bricks like it's no risk Buddy, yay cost two bands I'm so ma'f**in' focused) But these n***as said they G? They some pussies to me Ten years in the game, still a rookie to me You don't like what I'm saying? Here I'm is, in your face, right now Yeah, n***a, you ain't gotta look for me [Hook] [Verse 4: Spodee] I'm made for this - steak and lobster, my table's dish Been kickin' this flavour sh** No Lacoste but this 'gator, b**h (watch out, ho) Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique Me and Slim from Decatur, trick f** with us, get your tater split I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my cadences Leave pricks tryna to depict lines Clique tryna portray this sh** (b**h) b**h I'm big time, don't play with this I've got six 9s, when I clip mine Your whole clique dying, Accadians (yeah...) We the 300, n***a If you want the ho, you'd better come and get her It's pimpin here, I ain't no baby sitter I've got 30 shoes with 'gator in 'em (checks) p**y-a** n***as so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight) f** what you heard, that chopper'll get a ma'f**a's mind right [Hook] [Verse 5: Mystikal] They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack I'm doper than a drum full of crack I get it popping like a lightning bolt Yeah, motherf**er, I got my thunder back My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt Your mama holler: "Ain't nobody got time for that!" Turn from a human to a wolf on the song (rah, rah, rah, rah...) b**h I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes They be standin' in the front screaming: "We want more!" I was at it for an hour She couldn't catch her breath, but still she want more After the show, I handle my motherf**in' business Need I say more? T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that b**h!" He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar So I lit up and hurt that b**h Give a f**? Now wa**up Give a sh**, s** my dick Give a damn, here I am - you lookin' for me, b**h?! [Hook]