Ah
I’m slicker this year, I’m sick of this year
Gonna stop it, come off this topic ’cause I’m sick of this here
It’s not even fall and I’m already sick of this year
These old f#ckers is {?} gettin’ tickled with fear
Actin’ obnoxious, you guys really wish you was here
I’m at the top, it’s a lot of bad b#tches and beer
A few drinkers but it’s lots of simpers
A few smokers with a box of Swishers
More than an ounce ’cause it’s lots of zippers
Like a Michael Jackson jacket, it’s lots to have it
The box of matches, red stripe with the socks to match it
The type of talent that’s harder to find than Pac’s assassin
We leave ’em sick, leave ’em sick in a toxic fashion
Yo, we the sh#t, we the sh#t, they cannot imagine
The best way to compare the flow is a wave crashin’
They see DeShay, they see Ye, it’s the same passion
The ways to make you disappear and it ain’t magic
It’s too hard to stop now
‘Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that #ss drop down)
What you on the fence for?
Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan, the money in my hand
You know the program, b#tch, this the jam
I got ’em sayin’, “We on” (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On), uh, uh
It’s too hard to stop now
‘Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that #ss drop down)
What you on the fence for?
Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan, the money in my hand
You know the program, b#tch, this the jam
I got ’em sayin’, “We on” (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On), yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, me and Mikey Rocks got you jumpin’ like a pair of Nike shocks
Thinkin’ out the box, leave ’em itchin’, chickenpox
{?} sit and watch
sh#t I drop is atomic bombs, leave ’em unconscious
Hoes be actin’ pompous, but we know they want us
Last to leave the lab, got a key so I can lock up
Forgot what we do this for, rings like it’s the Super Bowl
Kings of all things with the means to do these beautiful groupie hoes
After doin’ shows, how we use the road to explode
If you didn’t, you should know
{?} I’m usin’ those, turn a rookie to a pro
p#ss# muhf#ckers straight smellin’ like a coochie ho
Yo, your bars are clever, ours are way better
Sharp cheddar mixed with mozzarella
Your beat’s from Virgin, mine’s from Vendetta
One good song and you gone, we’ll forget ya
Sugar to some Splenda, tender-ass heart
Feel bad for your slow #ss, so here’s a jump-start
Hey, I be f#ckin’ with some hoes, freaks who suckin’ on my toes, ha
You lookin’ shy, girl, what’s underneath them clothes?
I be f#ckin’ them like, “Woah, woah, slow down ‘fore you kill me, Mac”
Leave her on her bed, all surprised her body still in tact
This a fact, it’s a wrap, silly if you think it’s wack
I just got a milly, yeah, for really, got you feelin’ bad (Yeah, yeah)
It’s too hard to stop now
‘Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that #ss drop down)
What you on the fence for?
Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan, the money in my hand
You know the program, b#tch, this the jam
I got ’em sayin’, “We on” (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On), uh, uh
It’s too hard to stop now
‘Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that #ss drop down)
What you on the fence for?
Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan, the money in my hand
You know the program, b#tch, this the jam
I got ’em sayin’, “We on” (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On), yeah, yeah, yeah
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