Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks      Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops      Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots   High speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops         Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top   Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot         Benzes, blue and green contact lenses         Ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is   Knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses      Ya money how much them timbs is      In my roll, fuckin shit raw, gettin driz-niz      Me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick         Cope p'los and heron bricks   So many girls in this world, which one should I pick?      Shit is gettin thick, you better move quick      Rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich      Dime chicks, that I love to stick lick         Murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks         Chorus 6X      Lalalalalalalalalalala            Rolex, fat checks, while sex in tecks      Bad ho's, corresing my chest, sippin the Beck's      Burning l's in your projects, what's next      It's the first of the month, go get those welfare checks   Crazy connects, pushing a Lex, suckin on breasts      Sleep all day, all night, fuck and duck the tech         Dibs, the one's that quickest to draws, the one that lives         Makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids   My niggas in the ghetto, know what time it is      I need deep and pussy pampers, cribs and bibs      Day to day, is how a nigga lives      Nothing's what a nigga is      So he ends up in pri-      Zon, I think ya pussy so go get ya son   Tough ass rappers, crazy talk no action         Got freaky stunts, bring some      Makin all Queens in my kingdom      Eighty niggas can't get a crumb      Dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen      Bottom line the pussy bangin, it'll make me cum            Chorus 6X            Jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar      Me and ya pussy out on the road, whippin ya car      I'm takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa      Look new, but true, fuck like a pro likes action      No camera, co reck it and leave a scar      Niggas is fake and rough, but sleep like spar      To cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus   Money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss         Cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous   Trying hard, but can't stop the bumrush         Sun trust, all the temples I crush, ya must back up   Spontaneous combustion         Forty five freaks inside my dungeon      When I get paid I want it in alumson      Lick a shot and cause pandemonium         Crazy niggas in jail or the insane asylum   Brooklyn Brooklyn is where I'm from      Three minutes and some change and I still ain't say none            Chorus 6X