Aye, step up Renz, Scott Jamez, my nigga I finna show you balls what stunnin' Without the frontin' look like, aight? We be stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us We be stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us Stuntin', oh, you hate us We be flippin' these cakes like we out hopped Since the flat top, a Tupac hot top We be ballin', some pants growin' high top That's why the girl got her mouth on my side clout We got them Z-28s, that's how I rock Ask the girl if she wanna ride, she reply, why not? I took her back to the crib, I swear I cracked the ribs Let me smack that rear, then I box that crotch I should sell you a rock right out the MacBox Jump from one block to the next like hopscotch Now I sell you some powder and some baking soda With a PowerX jaw, with a fork and pie And you boys lukewarm, of course I'm hot But your girl hotbox be super hot Hit your chick with this fire stick Now that hoe your pants, that's my lil' bitch Look, I don't care if y'all *** or not But if you trick her, well, she'll drop out Buy her somethin' to eat, give her somethin' sweet Pay the rent quite low with my pimpin' fee Boy, that's still my hoe, she don't live with me I be pimpin' still if I was overseas If I stab my finger, she gon' beat her feet To the street concrete and get dope for me And y'all not real, y'all counterfeit bills Feel like I can get a deal on a potty and a pillow But if you really wanna deal, we can talk about a mill But if you rat square, we gon' pop you like a pillow You must be ready to die like B.I.G And we keep big guns like T.I.P And keep a bad queen bean like my name's A.Z While I sip the big boy, still in my ring Don't be stunned, no, you hate us Don't know you hate us Don't know you hate us Don't know you hate us Don't be stunned, no, you hate us Don't know you hate us Don't know you hate us Don't know you hate us I swear I make moves, I done pay my dues So if a hater wanna hate, I make him taste my shoes But if he taste his leg, we put his ass to bed And while his ass bleed to death, my nigga pass through Big ballin', big pimpin', big stuntin', big money Big rims on the whip, extra long, gas clippin' While I dip through the strip for my fish and chips I pay homage to my low folks and boys that drip Makes a girl strip naked for a big face hunnid Room on the streets, the bitch a head hunnid I'ma get that number and hit that bumper Once she sucks this dick, you can have her own I'ma claw that pipe when I hit her with the lumber And her brains off the chain, she get dumb and dumber I dropped her off at the house and got back to the route Dropped some packs off so I can stunt out some I told the girl I'ma pick her ass up next summer I gotta chase this chick, I gotta rape these cum So when I pull up on the corner, she can smell your butt comin' About a mile away, cause I smell like money And I'm serious than a bitch, my nigga ain't *** funny Skittles on the way with the broccoli and the onions Ziploc bag full of brand new hunnids When we pull up, nigga, you can tell we stuntin' Don't be stunned, no, you hate us Stunned, no, you hate us Don't be stunned, no, you hate us Stunned, no, you hate us Don't be stunned, no, you hate us Stunned, no, you hate us Stunned, no, you hate us Stunned, no, you hate us