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Dis dat soso def shit

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Every time I do it, u know just who I do it fo'

My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip club

And fa my top cats thats block cruisin'

Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't rock dis

I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it

And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates

They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate

Movin dem o's makin' dey pension

We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches

My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood

I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u know just how I do it

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

I’m the shit you can't say I’m not

I keep white keep purp like a crayon box

Aay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie

Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can make it go

If I can't move it then I'ma call Tony yo

I let the bullets from my gun spread

Sippin' hard while u down on the corn bread

First I droppin’ the mix

Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8 bricks

Yup, in my white tee so u know I keep it white

And I keep green like a traffic light

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the little b

One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree

Movin’ thru yo’ city like a muthafuckin’ mayor

Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin’ care

I’m the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock

A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked

Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a bread box

And im'a keep on pushin even when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I stand up fo’ the hood

I’m holdin’ down the underground just like a nigga should

UGK and DFB we do it fo’ the block

Dem d boyz in the trap holdin’ work keepin’ it cocked

It don’t stop

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's

The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay

Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders

Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders

Thats gangsta I doin’ fo’ the thugz

And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug

Shipped across the border from purp to the cola

I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns

Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son

B. un is out the test u wanna test son

My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

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