We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up
it's cost-ing [Beanie Sigel] Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y
and French fries on the side. Ride that Harley Davidson in the hot summer heat. Lord knows that I just love to ride. Go by and pick up that Kentucky
gonna kick some dust Don't two plus two it Or three plus three it Four by four to a place that's scenic Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cookin And
much to drink swaying waiting for you to come and pick me up and take me back to my place so I can wash my face and shower and kick on my new heater in
never flip wiz kid The first to cop a pleed, that's that real hot shit Can't pick or choose wit click you wanna run with On the up and up that's that
And you got a lil tree on ya boots You can get it Nicki and dirty money shit ya draws When I count to three hit the floor Damn lil mama pick up ya jaw
get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time
want bucks Walk around platinum linked up With money like Brink trucks Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it
walking into lamp-posts. Why's it so hot? The air coming up to the boil Rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid of it. Old women clack
! Now it's your turn You must LEARN! Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on SHERM! When it's on I be heated like a hot comb Tell these punk muthafuckas
Feens threw away their crack babies Arguing with my brother To see who pick the mouse up Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up Everyday,
The summer's not hot The summer's not hot Till you show up The summer's not hot The summer's not hot The summer's not hot Till you show up It's summer
the earth your zipper can tickle the devil I'm skippin the pick and the shovel I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings
yeah, I see pain but why is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences? God is it, possible the same niggaz that's winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up
thugs to hip hop clubs You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic Give me a heater
Benz and leave it to your next of kin Chorus: repeat 2X [RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it [GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
make the masses move I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse I wanna fall up in the spot where