One time for my girls in the spot 2 times for my boys keep it locked
3 times for my folk on the block 4 times everyone we forgot
321 time for my people keep rolling 2 times for the folks who ain’t knowing
3 times don’t stop keep it going
Ok by now you should know but it took you a while
I got a funky funky rhyme with a funky funky style
Looking for a spot hot like Jalapeno
Step into the place like dios mio
Yeah yeah something you ain’t heard before
Bang it out your trunk turn it up more
Boy I sacrifice just to maintain
Slang cd snow snow shine rain
If it weren’t for OutKast there’d be no ATL
If it weren’t for SevLeven we’d all be in hell
If it weren’t for Mala I’d have no stinkin’ beats
If it weren’t for Ryan Cameron I’d be out on the street
Now just pause now push play
Haters will hate who cares what they say
Man go back home and sell out locally
I’m on the road selling out globally
Take so much forgot to give it up
Now all these folks think I don’t give a f**k
They don’t know me but think I suck
Can’t please em all cause all is not enough
Think I’ve changed but I’m the same
Just not as much time to chat on AIM
Radio play and they all wanna hang
Most of these cats don’t know my last name
It’s okay made my day
When Puff jacked my track with B2K
Wo I’m about to catch fire
Sell out shows without passing out flyers
Come back with some tricky flows
Hold my breath close my mouth and spit the rhyme through my nose
I’m gonna be right back
Throw up these rhymes with ipecac
Something for the pimps something for the girls
Something for the crowd aint that what you heard
Never turns out just like it occurs
Sweat the small stuff quit if you prefer
Right you feel me nod if you hear me
Yo check this out who’s next to set it
It’s Mala bia next time don’t forget it
Don’t blame me causestill don’t get it
Don’t make me call the paramedics
Ahhh shut it up you already said it
It’s too late to apologize so forget it
What u trying to do get a cracka arrested?
You shoulda tried to do what a cracka suggested
And get the f**k back yo don’t swear it
I’ll leave the f**k out on the radio edit
This ain’t a classroom you get no extra credit
How you push me the edge when u know I can fly
Stop playing around silly clown where you heading
This beat is off the chain and it’s giving me a headache
I’m in the backseat feeling nothing but bass
Don’t test me causeI got a bad case
Of shoving mothaf***z and spitting in their face
Tear the club up until they spray mace
Then out the back way left without a trace
Just like that my people turn it up where u at
Mala never made a beat that was wack
I show u love now show me back
