Oh, So So Def
Yo, yo yo
See, around here (Say what?)
At 6 o’clock (What’s up?)
Everything that drop (Okay) is hot, man (Uh)
Greg, somebody better tell ’em
At 6 o’clock in the A-Town, all you see is n***as bouncin’
With my n***a ’cause my n***a can put it down
You know me, same J.D., cars, hoes, money
I got this sh*t crazy from Compton to Grady
It’s the S-O S-O D-E-F M-O-B
That’s me, Bow Wow, Brat, and J.E
(Don’t forget about me) Who dat?
Tigah, street scholar
Make a dollar, take a dollar
Fought by my way up in the game (Uh-oh)
Yeah, it’s kinda hard to swallow
Pull up on a trip when I make ’em say “Oh” (Oh)
Sittin’ on Sprees spinnin’ outta control (Err)
Guess you’re curious, never let you know (Ha)
Street scholar and So So…
Def, n***a — what is you, ign’ant?
This for my man Greg Street, man
6 o’clock, man
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