And we going down in history as the baddest playas you ever did see As you chillin yo highs and you Banging your lows The feet starts moving down to your toes You
pistol whip you in all five boroughs. I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably. Now who pumped you and told you to come romp wit me? You the type
' up the disco It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney You know
t fuckin wit you bitch niggaz I'm fuckin ya sis nigga, it's Weezy [Hook - Nikki] If you don't call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't
then you feelin shit If you'se a motherfuckin thug then you feelin shit If you smokin on some Dro then you feelin shit, and If you off the Ecstacy you
thing for rehabilitating hood-rats Who keep their hair and nails done And they legs waxed I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie Love a friend
heels Is that a May-what? Baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you run it, huh? Now you know how we
beware You're coming with me, if you stop the stare She'll be on my team in my car on the way to the spot Yes you are, toasting up, posting up And when
like a superstar, walk like a model I love it when you pop that bottle I love it 'cause you're not so automatic I love it when you put it where Dogg can
Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
barking) [Gal Guest :] Woofie, you b-tch! [Gal Guest :] Well, I'm also sleepin' with your pet goat! (baaahhing) [Guy Guest :] That goat doesn't love you! Once you
pen swish, you loved fryin' kingfish, You da pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land pissed. Now you movin' more prestigious. Me? Hittin' the streets,
air, the smell is funk {*cough cough*} Excuse me I gotta cough Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York You're man must really love you, what
ll pistol whip you in all five boroughs. I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably. Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me? You the
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
that 'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a May, what, baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh, now you
since I've single so... You can call me Travis Claus minus the ho ho. Hehe, get it, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit. Yea, sure do a lot more than
since I've single so You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Hos Get it I'd probably visit where Katrina hit And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA