C`mon, yea
Snap your fingers, c`mon, yea
Here we go now, yea
C`mon, yea, check it

I said, "My solo jump off, been boomin` since nine-six"
My solo jump off, been boomin` since nine-six
Hittin` trippin` the circuit breaker, flickin` the light switch
The kid like is he known for givin` you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin` on every level, droppin` the now s**t
It`s like the feelin` after watchin` a couple of old flick
And once you hear the kid, you`ll be knowin` the sound sick

Spaz in the club, watchin` the crowd flip
That`s when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watchin` my pocket, seein` we wild rich
Shorty hopin` we smellin` nothin` like foul fish
While you swingin` ass at the Devil, claimin` you righteous
A lot of haters I`m knowin` you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin` on wild Crist`

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
Hold fo` in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin` her waist, and rippin` her thong
Now all my people are muggin` and singin` the song, I`m sayin`

S**t still boomin` in two-thousand and three
My s**t still boomin` in two-thousand and three
And we don`t give a f**k about who you claimin` to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain`t able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong s**t, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin` different constant boats, from the land to the sea

I got my paper see, I ain`t doin` nuttin` for free
Unless it`s for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Ni**az all in the street, whylin` whippin` the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flippin` a key
Bonin` chicks, holdin` titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it goin` add enough spice, we holdin` the recipe

Big paper we makin`, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessey
In case you ni**az ain`t even knowin` my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the ni**az who go and ski
If you ain`t know the streets is belongin` to me
I get my people from the hood and then take `em all on a spree shoppin`
While you ni**az is busy coppin` the pleas
We busy blowin` frontin` like you ain`t knowin` my stee`

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
Hold fo` in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shakin` her waist, and rippin` her thong
Now all my people are muggin` and singin` the song, I`m sayin`

Yea, snap yo` fingers, c`mon, yea
Here we go now, yea
C`mon