| Lyrics: | Sexy chica that'll pop the cris
while they watchin' you lick your lips
And you can puff
the lye and you can pimp and ride
and you can thug until the day you die
Now you can smoke
the blunts, tote the gats
And be the phatest one with the Lex
Homeboy you can pop the X, you
can try sex
With the set tatted on your neck
You can be the H to the Izzo, V to the
Izza
Really don't matter what y'all jiggas sizzay
You can live it up but you still gonna
pizzay
Where you gonna run on Judgment dizay
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Hell yeah
You can go to
Hell yeah
If you don't change, change, change, change, change
uh hua, chang, change, change,
change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans
boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with the
noise
Everybody grinnin 'cuz its shiney boys
Everytime I turn around I see a jitter
bug
Now the jitter bug wanna be a thug
Momma and Daddy and them ain't show no love
If
you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you what
50 years old still up in the club
Pay to see
the young girls shake their butt
Don't need another drink, look at your gut
Need to go home,
old nasty butt
I'm gonna tell you what, switch it up
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I represent
Carolina and the M-I-A
Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay
5-0-3
what can you say
Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA
Everybody in the
USA
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