[Verse 1] I'm a menace, to society baby the police want to relocate me they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me they wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody
[Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now
[Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz you wanted to party, but I got biz this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame and just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother when brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset got you runnin for cover
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[Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body
[Verse 3] I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed)
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