Attention, all light as a featherGravity-defying ass niggasYou need to get your weight up, playerIt's ridiculous at this pointI mean, I can hear your light-ass chain rattlingWhen you come in the club, niggaSound like Santa ClausJust ching-a-ling-a-lingChing-a-ling-a-lingRiding around town in that light-ass vehicleEvery time your cell phone ring, your CD player stopIt's a damn shame, niggaYour car ain't big enoughYour bank ain't big enoughYour gun ain't big enoughAnd your dank ain't big enoughGet your hate downAnd get your mother*** weight up, niggaback at em In my pomegranate hemi rt challenger smashWith a bottle of richard hennessey cognac in my *** lapAnd an ounce of broccoli in my drawers on my apple phone talking smackMy nigga rickrock did the slap so you know I had to beat it backJO audio speakers shaking like they on crack My feet the same color as my pants, pirellities Got a pocket full of bank and some blunts andcigarette lights Pull it on my sleeves and jack in my jeansand slacks Popping on some greens in my partner's garageshooting crack Got a 9 and 5 before I 7-11, bet I hit mypoint Who side betting my ninja, let me hit thatjoint Let me hit that jointThe thirties in the summer, rallies in the winter when it rainsRubber bands full of huns in the twenties and fifties no loose changeGot gift to the gang, got everybody using E-40 slayngRegular household name, give me the fatty and the fatFatty in the back, fatty nigga, fatty, get your weight upFatty close to death, fatty nigga, fatty, get your weight upFatty close to death, fatty nigga, fatty, get your weight upFatty close to death, fatty nigga, fatty, get your weight upUh, couple cars, couple couriers, get your weight upFew hats, few seals, get your weight upFlip one in the two, get your weight upStep now, flossin' my chills, my chillsUh, couple cars, couple couriers, get your weight upFew hats, few seals, get your weight upFlip one in the two, get your weight upStep now, flossin' my chills, my chillsPullin' biscuits out of trees, my ninjas ain't natureSee them bushes right there? Yep, that's where we hide our bundleAin't nobody pumpin' fear, we do this for bread and meatMy niggas thirsty out here, beefin' with niggas across the streetFour funerals this week, playa ain't had no sleepWe was all supposed to meet, but niggas nowadays, they cheatGotta stay with your heat, gotta stay with your squeezeMy name ain't Tyler Perry, but I pack pistols like MadeaThat nigga there got bread, but he ain't got no cheese on the pizzaThey on that boy's head, like some stripes on a zebraWe so mania out here in the paint, don't think that it's cuteFor you live in the birds, pimp, how you stay in the loop?I done seen it and lived it and done it, niggas don't want itI keep it 100, not only that, but I'm from hereI'm from it, some of you suckers can't tell a prune from a plumA crawfish from a pond, a lake from a ***in' pondWhen we supposed to do my nigga, what we supposed to do my niggaWhen we supposed to do my nigga, what we supposed to doCup of calls, cup of quarry up, you have to seeFlip one and a two, you can't step now, know somebody stole my juiceCup of calls, cup of quarry up, you have to seeFlip one and a twoFlip one and a two, you can't step now, know somebody stole my juiceSo they don't yowl her up in the pot, let it simmer and bathePut a little bit of water in Arm & Hammer to let it foam like aftershaveI like to serve my work wet so it weigh a hell of a lot moreYou can smell the residue and the fumes from next doorWhen it comes to cooking, I'm a pro, a chemist from head to toeEverybody know where I'm from, for lifeI don't tell my broad too much, cause you know these broads can get messyThey turn when they mad and call the law whenever they readyGotta be sharp like a machete, solid not bitch madeSaucy like spaghetti, one day I'ma get savedRight now I'm having fatty, tryna maintain my titleOn my knees praying every night, reading my BibleLooking out for rivals, sleeping next to my rifleOlive oil on my forehead for my survivalDrinking my worries away and it's human zealTryna bust up out this cage, my ninja, that's what it didGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet your weight upGet off your ass and stop playingGet your weight upTry to stack a hundred grandGet your weight upThrow your turf in the skyGet your weight upHustle now, play a rest when you dieCouple cars, couple cribGet your weight upYou have to see itGet your weight upFlip one, nigga, twoGet your weight upHeadstab now, I'm flocking my jewelsYeah, man, get your mother*** weight up, JuniorGet your weight up, niggaGet off your mother*** ass, nigga, and start having your apron, niggaGet your mother*** ass up and stop blaming it on the mother*** manYeah, niggaNigga's always trying to blame something on something, niggaNigga always trying to blame *** on the white manNigga always trying to blame something on this bitchAll the timeWhen I'm talking about a niggaGet your mother*** weight up, niggaGet your apron, niggaStop blaming it on 40, niggaGet your chalupas, niggaGet your Yeti, niggaGet your mother*** allowance, bitchAs a grown manWhat the *** wrong with you niggas?Huh?Huh?