Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Ah! Yes, y'all! I like it. Roll your hands up real high! Word up, word up! Let's see where the people in the world is at! What do you got, shorty? Hella up! Check it, check it. Two big ballas keep the juice blended. Ooh, *** Black Caesar, I didn't like the ending. Why? Cause we two jiggy niggas always making too many million dollar affiliations. Abbreviation, LL, period. I platinum every time, it's serious. And, y'all, it's serious when we experience millions, high rolling to the max, extra big billion. Uh-huh. With a third of my deposit, I buy your whole crib, plus the clothes in the closet. Take your current chickens, then take your ex-chickens. Shake her down for a pay-pay, now she junk chicken. Uh-huh. Gotta keep on making it hot. Gotta keep on making it hot. Oh, I like it. I like it. Yes, yes. Make you sick. Gotta keep on making it hot. Gotta keep on making it hot. I love it. I love it. Cut it down. Why you ice drilling? I'm far from a villain. 220 pounds, you're half shelling. I'm cold like water spilling. You know the rules of the gizz, ain't milk, you're top billing. I think your empty ass cup needs some refilling. Let me bust my milk on your back, watch her start yelling. You know she willing, cause honey's a star trekker. Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca. And, y'all, cock diesel, baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker. In the process of the jilt, you might feel the blackest decker. Reason being, I work my tool right. I handcraft the cake till it's baked just right. Gotta keep on making it hot. Gotta keep on making it hot. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. Gotta keep on making it hot. Gotta keep on making it hot. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Lean back, come on. Yeah. You gotta ride, baby, to the top. Shake it, shake it. Just lean left. Lean right. Lean front. Lean back, come on. You gotta ride it, baby, to the top. Shake it, shake it. All night, baby. Just lean front. Lean back. Come on. Uh-huh. Lean back. Lean back. Uh-huh. Just lean front. And then shake it. And shake it. Shake it. Shake it. Uh-huh. Shake it, baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yay, uh-huh. Toss for my dawgs, uh. Toss for my dawgs, uh. Yeah. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Hey, ladies, get up out your seat. Come on and chill with me. Me. Yeah, yeah, baby. Come on now, you know me. Come on now, you know me. Fellas, get up out your seat. Don't be nice, willin' me, me, me, me. Come on, come on. Come on. Come on, come on. Yo, so what's up? Yo, so what's up, bass man? A, U, U, G, Jealous Niggas. Change of rate, son. Bump some more. Mister Smith. We on the track. I always spark the lot. I always catch a contract. Hey-oh, strip mix. You make a nigga push back. Like he got a touch. All by them hair for men, cat. He went from dreadlocks to Seizers. Now he cojacks. But them shaving bumps is nasty. Get to watch that. I be the B-U-S-T-A-R-H-Y-M-E-S. Full of finesse, lyrically call left. And I'm the double L-C-O-O-L, period, J. My lids waiting on the runway, bus. Yo, hey, yo, yo, I'm Mr. U-R-O. This is the bass, man. Hey, yo, yo, yes, we is I-R-U-D-B-A-R. Mizzy, kiss it. Mizzy from the side. Mizzy, kiss it. Flip them if it's his side. Just a lesson for you sucker MCs. Cause y'all don't make no rhymes like these. Period. Oh, this bomb. Oh, man. I had a good time with you, Mr. Smith. Do you think they'll ever recover? No, out of fear. Ask your mother, her life's a around the clock. Don't get your eyes grilled at me. Make a big hit. Yo, you reach out, make us change your ways, son. Oh, yeah, that's right. Oh, man. Splash a little of the floss in all of us. Oh, man. In a happy and fun way, you know. Splash. Yeah, yeah. You know that life like a little ice water is the ***. Make the niggas chill down. Put your shades on, kid. Move the *** on. What the *** is wrong with you, man? Put your shades on, baby. All right. Shine it, niggas. Put your shades on. Lean it, suckers. Lean it like they deformed or something. What up? Fix your neck.