Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg   They've been askin'   You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go   Writer      To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers   Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers   What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw   Clap, that's the byrd call      If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin'   Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n   Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or   Clap, that's the byrd call      I still be where the weed flip, in the P's wit the trees lit   So much water in the order, it's just leavin' 'em seasick   Wit a ski in my V6, tryin' to skeet on a B lips   Down low, like I'm tryin' to keep her a secret      Acura on chrome, passin' me dome   Next minute, shit, I'm finished, she'll be flaggin' it home   But I always keep a straggler that's known to bone   And run through a lap, faster than Marion Jones      Man, listen, I still got the grams flippin'   Tan pitchin', corner to the damn kitchen   Gained a couple fans, had to make a transition   But I'm still in the hood like your transmission      No cat could match me, I'm passin' fastly, who's half as nasty   I got it locked from here, all the way to Cakalakie   But keep a mac for scrappies thinkin' it's just Laffy Taffy   Shit, this beat'll be the only thing clappin' at me      To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers   Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers   What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw   Clap, that's the byrd call      If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin'   Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n   Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or   Clap, that's the byrd call      Damn, homey, in high school, you was the man, homey   That's what a fan told me, shit   Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped   Brains blown back, dissin' dame, dame don't rap      Shame on black, the game's so whack   Dame search for children from in front of ya buildin'   Right to a hundred million   Go ahead, pimpin', pimpin', go ahead, act up doggy   Getcha limp on pimpin', if they actin' froggy      Tell 'em, back up off me, I come down, clap the 40   Child, that's a badder story, I'm not in my category   Mess around, dame held Def Jam down   So pardon my back, jackin' any left hand pounds      Redneck found, tech, tech pound, duck, duck goose   Pump, pump shoot, shoot, let's get down, down   It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly   For green fetti, my whole team ready      To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers   Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers   What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw   Clap, that's the byrd call      If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin'   Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n   Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or   Clap, that's the byrd call      This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats   Flippin' all the hard and back, make 'em catch a heart attack   When you see the narcs attack, let me know, start to clap   Clap, clap      A star with a deal, Chapar be on chill   The car is DeVille, it's real ill, pardon the grill   It's foreign my nills, cruise the city with the semi   All silly on skinnies, like I'm starvin' my wheels, uh      To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers   Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers   What's the word, y'all? Flip that herb raw   Clap, that's the byrd call      If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin'   Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n   Put away that herb raw, let us know the word or   Clap, that's the byrd call