[Hook - Young Buck] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
[Chorus: Young Buck] I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it) I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck] I'm in the Porche, no passenger Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin' 'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat YEAHH
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - T.I.] Hey Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' 'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions Like me at 13, out in no supervision Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] Let's go 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha) Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn) Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil' (That's right) Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass Wassup
[Chorus]
[Hook - Young Buck] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
Lyrics contained within GoldLyrics.com subject to US Copyright Laws and are the property of their respective authors, artists and labels. If you like the lyrics, GoldLyrics.com encourages you to buy the CDs of the albums and whenever possible, GoldLyrics.com gives a link, where you can buy the album.
