| Lyrics: | Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all
know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'
Biiootch
Y'all can't
handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two
pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit
like thiis...
[koopsta knicca]
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go i'm lookin'
for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs,
hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, i ain't
playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now i'm flexin' in
your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
Then i holler at your
women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get
his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you
feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for i
kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As i tried to
stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the door
Chorus
2x
[lord infamous]
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till lord infamous kick in the
door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in
this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?)
cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natu |
