[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Kemo]
1- Ay see lemme holla at ya dogg
(sh*t whuts up dogg?)
1- Man that n*gga over therre right therre wit that dice
n*gga had to do it wit Kemo last week at the club dogg
(Dogg...)
1- Man get that n*gga on the phone dogg, bout to hit
This n*gga man, hit that n*gga right now 'fore he know whats happenin
(That n*gga in the blue shirt over therre?)
1- Man that n*gga wit the dice man get the phone out dogg
What you trippin off of n*gga
(Damn n*gga! hold on hold on)
1- Man this n*gga bout to get hit derty, call that n*gga dogg
Man call that n*gga man you hurr me? f*ck that sh*t dogg lemme talk to this n*gga
2- Hello? hello? I can't hurr
1- ....Mo whuts up dogg?
2- Whuts up n*gga
1- Ay man I'm up herre at these uh, muthaf*ckin pool halls man and uh..
That lil' problem you had last week dogg, them n*ggas up herre man
2- YOU BULLsh*tTIN n*ggA!
1- Muthaf*ckin talkin bout, blazin them n*ggas right now, whuts up dogg?
2- AH f*ck NAW n*ggA IM ON MY MUTHAf*ckIN WAY DOGG!
[Verse 1: Kemo]
Chill lil' derty, I'm the n*gga that'll make you grow
Take the cash that till them muthaf*ckas feel it and can't take it no mo'
f*ck a 10-4, I don't got a lil' ho, they call me lil' Kemo man
I bust through the do' ho wit a Glock fo' fo', break up the whole crap game
Gimme ya change man, wit a ticket to ya mainframe
Watch a n*ggas brains hang, same thang every day, all day
Make the n*gga a watermelon chain gang, slang 'cain
Watch a n*gga gold chain hang, f*ck a n*gga matchin panky ring
Maintain, sub up a lil', play a lil' game of 20 mil a main frame
Off wit ya main thang, b*tch told me the L truck pound gotta gain lane
Brains crammed, frame b*tch gimme head cuz im a muthaf*ckin stage name
Hit the turnin lane, we put the foot on the left, what we did out here smokin Mary Jane
We be in the game till I heard a muthaf*cka talk about n*gga needin our change
Well sh*t you did, plus not the real sh*t, pus*y n*gga get peeled quick
For a meal ticket, now ya ass dumped up cuz I know that you ain't gon kill no sh*t
Now kneel quick, put holes in ya heel fit, you f*ckin wit a real n*gga
Better chill n*gga, one shot, one killed, 45 hundred tips in ya grill
[Hook: Kemo] - repeat 2X
Hit the turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, we put the foot up on left
What we did out here smokin Mary Jane
Turnin' lane, wit the foot up on the left
What we did out here smokin
[Verse 2: Kaos]
I'm that n*gga that's blowin up the spot, makin everything hot
From my block to yo block, on top, ol' ballin ass n*gga
Hmm me? hmm ho I think not ah, got skeet from 9 next to the block
There's too many n*ggas that I know from the block and uh
There's too many n*ggas that I know roll double O 1 drop tops
Urbody on the grind, urybody tryin to shine
Urbody sayin nothin bout time, urbody got a fine ass dime
Most of these n*ggas out herre can't rhyme, freestylin all day long
Talkin bout they label and all they songs, walkin around like the sh*t
But ain't made no hits, get ya pus*y ass home, turnin on n*ggas on stage
Every four gettin paid, talkin bout the block and the yay and the hoes they played
n*ggas in the crowd like "bullsh*t! f*ck naw, no way!"
n*gga talkin bout they goin gold, on the road doin f*cked up promo show
Check the sto' and never sold about 3 or 4 and the cd 4 months old
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Verse 3: Kemo]
Ah ah ah, hang out like double D bra, roll through the streets
Of the muthaf*ckin STL while the truck be calm, and a beatin ball
And you see me dogg when we be swervin to the curve in the bird
Got a couple n*ggas certain, fin to left the mo up in the urr (yes'ir yes'ir)
I'm in Atlanta on a fox now, rollin through Stone Mountain now
Drug addicts tryin to count the 9's, see roll like Kemo tryin to couple the one I'm foundin now
Many cases so I'm bound to find, so I'm gettin my ass off on 2 you feel me dogg
Rollin down 6 Drive dope fiend tryin to flick a n*gga down tryin to get a 8 ball
Then they hit a rocky road, n*ggas over there clockin dough
Cops over therre tryin to stop the dope, in Kirkwood n*ggas say the herb would've
Ran out so n*gga gotta constantly smoke
Caddie grill stop the flo', don't be talkin no stuff or the Bloods will get that smack
Real n*ggas from the ATL, stay up and represent the mirror or it makes you crazy
[Hook] - repeat 2X