(It's a banguh!) (Say what?!)
(You see it) (Say what?!)
(You see it)
You see it nigga! (Bang ya head against the wall. Come on y'all!)
Yo, you smell bud when I pull up
(Yo!)
Tell yo boss I'm around, betta pull up
(Yo!)
Alcoholic with the bars get a full cup
That brown liquor have you like "You gon do what?!"
Yeah, I'm focused now, no drama
Follow my path it ain't built for Ferragamos
Wake up grindin' I'm stackin' on the commas
I feel like Maury said, "You ain't the father"
I keep it old school like Vince Vaughn
Nice with the pen I wrote Hannibal memoirs
Houston I rock this talk to Chris Paul
This for big boys you don't wanna get involved
See I'm a 90s nigga Outkast and Missy
I motivate rap committees in the inner city
Redman get ya hustle on baby
I do it big and you playin' big gravy[?]
(It's a banguh!) (Say what?!)
(You see it) You see it nigga!
(Say what?!)
(You see it) (Bang ya head son)
(Bang ya head against the wall, come on!)
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
(It's a banguh!) (Say what?!)
(You see it) You see it nigga!
(Say what?!)
(You see it) (Bang ya head son)
(Bang ya head against the wall, come on!)
Aye, yo
You smell bud when I pull up
(Yo)
Everybody tell ya city I'ma pull up
(Let's go)
Big bars over here get a full cup
I got my block with me now you gon do what?!
When I'm on stage, people gon clap for me
When I'm in trouble, my bruh gon clap for me
Real bidness over here it ain't a 9 to 5
You ain't tryna be a boss we ain't eye to eye
For the record, this uncut no edit
In bold letters you can do it better then come get it
It's dope nigga I'm watched by the feds
Now I'm code red with Angela Valdez, huh
Women tryna get a hold of me
(Say what?)
'Cause they man get on they nerve bein' cocky while they quotin' me
(Let's go!)
I tell 'em "the world is cold baby, no cap"
Run up on me hold dat, 16s hold dat
(It's a banguh!) (Say what?!)
(You see it) You see it nigga!
(Say what?!)
(You see it) (Bang ya head son)
(Bang ya head against the wall, come on!)
Let's go!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
Bang ya head against the wall and then come on!
(It's a banguh) (Bang ya head son) Banguh!
Oh!
(It's a banguh!) (Say what?!)
(You see it) Yo
(Say what?!)
(You see it) Ladies and mothafuckin' gentlemen
(Bang ya head son)
(Bang ya head against the wall, come on!)
Don't try to act like you don't see it
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble, Louis M Freeze, Larry E Muggerud, Dana Stinson, Brett Anthony Bouldin, Bernice Williams, Eugene Drake Dixon, Earl G Sr Edwards
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