No prob man. That is a great song.

In reply to this comment by MrFisk:
Thanks, Throbbin!

In reply to this comment by Throbbin:
Git money git money!

*quality

Thanks, Throbbin!

In reply to this comment by Throbbin:
Git money git money!

*quality

Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love to-to) order three buckets of mo-mo
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan hate me? cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
Im fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!
Ima storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While Im at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this chick, with a, hi, and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, dat fucking guy!

Hows that yo? its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? , how we do? (how we do)
(how the girl dont only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (what, what, what? )
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)

Heres to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker wont change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I aint even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
Its over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga