| Lyrics: | [B.G.]
Uh, what's happenin'? (What)
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you
understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin' with these uptown gorillas, you dig?
If
it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do your thing girl
[Missy]
Y'all don't
wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he
drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the
top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my
pock's
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my
shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few
kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go and bit
I say you sit, we sit, I sit
While I go
shit on a mix like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't fuck with a nigga like
this
Check me out
1 - Ain't no nutts, but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better
come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to
sit
Ain't no nutts, but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk
shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it
[Missy]
Y'all
don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' done?
Now you wanna fuck
around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit
It's only one
Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my
beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me
Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos
And
my shows, i |
