Ahhh yeah here we go. . (Chorus). Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck.
Ahhh yeah here we go. . (chorus). Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck. Get buck muthafucka get buck.
We up all night. (We hip, we hip). We high off that white, we smokin' that weed. (We hip, we hip). . Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths. (We hip, we hip).
Gotta make a move to a. town that's right for me. Town to get me movin'. Keep me gvoovin' with some. energy.. . Well, I talk about it,. Talk about it,.
How can you have faith in a God. That can not even control creation. How can He lead you to salvation. There is no hope in chaos only. Welcome to the other side of reality.
If you ain't claiming G-D. (Fuck y'all hoes). If you ain't claiming V-L. (Fuck y'all hoes). . If you ain't claiming Crips Then. (Fuck y'all hoes). If you ain't claiming Bloods Then.
Yeah, nigga, this shit still goes on. Punk, motherfuckas. I want you to listen to every. Motherfuckin' word in this song, bitch. . 'Cause this is directly to you, hoe.
Nigga buck in the club like, fuck that shit. Got my tone in the club like, fuck that shit. Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, fuck that shit. Straight walk up to that boy like, fuck you bitch.
Follow that nigga (x11). . (juicy j). Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood. Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood. In my hood a couple of you niggaz try to sell out, tell out.
Fuck dat shit. Fuck dat shit. Fuck dat shit. Fuck dat shit. Fuck dat shit. . Fuck dat shit. Fuck dat shit. Slap a punk bitch. Slap a punk bitch. . And raise hell like a mother.
Fuck all dem hoes. . Fuck fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem fuck all dem fuck all dem them hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck fuck fuck fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem hoes who wanna talk that shit fuck all dem fuck fuck all dem hoees fuck all dem fuck fuck fuck fuck all dem hoes fuck (all these dirty hoes are sayin fuck you) chorus x2.
You dealing with some thugs. Who like to hit it from the back, back. With no kind of springs attached. What you think about that shorty?. . You dealing with some bitches.
I keep on havin' these flashes. Murder by the masses. Sick off human ashes. Hatas passion. . I keep on havin' these flashes. Murder by the masses. Sick off human ashes.
Greenery and GOD, thats all thats inside of me. Reminiscein of the day I started chokin. Swisha leaves to keep me from gettin paid. Smokins what the chicken.
DJ turn the music up. I wanna feel it, it. . Three 6 Mafia, Kingston, Hypnotize Minds!. Hey, Tiësto, rock, let's go!. . I say DJ turn the music up (Up!).
Hit the weed, pass the dough. Mask 'em face, hide the yo. Ride on up, not too fast. Point the guns, kill yo' ass. . Hit the weed, pass the dough. Mask 'em face, hide the yo.
What? What? What?. What? What? What?. What? What? What? What?. . My nigga told me once. Don't you trust them motherfuckers. They act like they your thugs.
What you boys gon' do?. What you boys gon' do?. What you boys gon' do?. What you boys gon' do?. What you boys gon' do?. What you boys gon' do?. Wha, wha, what you?.
Don't be scared, put a rubber on tha' head. Don't be scared, put a rubber on tha' head. Don't be scared, put a rubber on tha' head. Don't be scared, put a rubber on tha' head.
Dolla signs in my eyes, all I see is money (uh). Dolla signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Rosay). Dolla signs in my eyes, all I see is money (Three Six).