Lyrics
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo
You never met a nigga like me
Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude
Who be doing what I do?
Uh huh, yo whoo!
Let’s get at it dog, whoo!
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
But we ain’t coming down, it be them same ol' clowns
Aiming your pound, pretending they proud
But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann)
They something like a hater, man
Talking bad about a playa as if I’m not gon' see ya later, man
You constantly frontin' until you confronted on
If you don’t like whats going on goin' to another song
'Cause I keep a hater guilty
My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?)
From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
See I be high when my 'Ca-go Bulls
Obey no rules to school you fools
Schoolboy’s err’y where, we’re Young Dude news (maann)
St. Louis like Blues, D. Miles and Larry Hughes
And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude
But yo, what da hook gon' be? (Uh oh!)
See I don’t need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet)
All I need is the track in the background
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I’mma rip
The sun’ll come out… tomorrow
And I will never have to borrow
Got my first car when I turned sixteen
Only drove it home outta town limousines
Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
So we did what we had to do for «Country Grammar» to sell
Haha, I stay on my own melodies
Plus I like my booties and my boobs like a capital letter 'B'
That’s how it is, how it better be
I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit' me
Close your ears, ma, you ain’t heard nothing (what?)
I always pay ma, let a brother hold something
I’m basically coming from nothing to something
When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons
(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?)
Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things
People always saying man it must be nice
No hi, no nothing, not a simple «how's life?»
Understand the money’s good but I’m still from the hood
So don’t be asking for no «inch» and be expecting the «foot»
Unless you want a foot (whoo!)
I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put
And it might not cost me playa
Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa
And we all push it, but me I push it real good
Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood
Catch me on your local derrty
Or in the studio doing vocals derrty
I’m the same dude that came through wit my crew
Let the girls do me while you do you
And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging
And I’ll come up wit these verses that I’m usually slanging
I be ripping man