| Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
| Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A | |
| And I’ve been a witness to this history | |
| Ever since the the 10th grade | |
| We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
| I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
| or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
| Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
| But it ain’t so country my nigga this ain’t no Gomer Pile | |
| I’m sergeant slaughter | |
| I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
| To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
| And across the boarder the ese's are getting smarter | |
| They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
| If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don't speak | |
| In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
| I'm shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
| It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
| [Hook] | |
| Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug | |
| And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
| I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup | |
| Boy stop, I'm just playing, let me dap you up | |
| Baby, baby | |
| You're in my system | |
| Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee | |
| A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
| Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
| Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
| Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
| Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
| Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
| Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
| Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang | |
| Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim | |
| Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
| To make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him. | |
| Or bring him back to life | |
| Back to reality | |
| Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
| Triple OG status A town's very own | |
| [Hook] | |
| Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
| Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac | |
| Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
| What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
| Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| [Hook] |
| Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
| Boy check the resume, it' s risky business in the A | |
| And I' ve been a witness to this history | |
| Ever since the the 10th grade | |
| We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
| I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
| or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
| Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
| But it ain' t so country my nigga this ain' t no Gomer Pile | |
| I' m sergeant slaughter | |
| I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
| To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
| And across the boarder the ese' s are getting smarter | |
| They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
| If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don' t speak | |
| In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
| I' m shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
| It' s the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
| Hook | |
| Now party people in the club it' s time to cut a rug | |
| And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
| I' m double fisted and if you' re empty you can grab a cup | |
| Boy stop, I' m just playing, let me dap you up | |
| Baby, baby | |
| You' re in my system | |
| Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy, it' s after 12, club' s like A Hive Bee | |
| A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
| Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
| Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
| Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
| Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
| Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
| Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
| Not to flex but to protect my neck like the WuTang | |
| Selfpreservation is the rule when you do aim | |
| Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
| To make it sure the doctors, they can' t replenish him. | |
| Or bring him back to life | |
| Back to reality | |
| Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
| Triple OG status A town' s very own | |
| Hook | |
| Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
| Bendin' ' round corners in the ' lac | |
| Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
| What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
| Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| Hook |
| Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
| Boy check the resume, it' s risky business in the A | |
| And I' ve been a witness to this history | |
| Ever since the the 10th grade | |
| We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
| I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
| or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
| Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
| But it ain' t so country my nigga this ain' t no Gomer Pile | |
| I' m sergeant slaughter | |
| I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
| To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
| And across the boarder the ese' s are getting smarter | |
| They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
| If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don' t speak | |
| In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
| I' m shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
| It' s the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
| Hook | |
| Now party people in the club it' s time to cut a rug | |
| And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
| I' m double fisted and if you' re empty you can grab a cup | |
| Boy stop, I' m just playing, let me dap you up | |
| Baby, baby | |
| You' re in my system | |
| Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy, it' s after 12, club' s like A Hive Bee | |
| A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
| Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
| Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
| Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
| Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
| Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
| Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
| Not to flex but to protect my neck like the WuTang | |
| Selfpreservation is the rule when you do aim | |
| Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
| To make it sure the doctors, they can' t replenish him. | |
| Or bring him back to life | |
| Back to reality | |
| Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
| Triple OG status A town' s very own | |
| Hook | |
| Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
| Bendin' ' round corners in the ' lac | |
| Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
| What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
| Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
| And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
| Hook |
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