a shot I had the number one Billboard spot Niggas stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This
I needs bitches to increase my dividends I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in I'm a plan maker I'm the man that can break a school
weed let's party till we die! If you're a sucka I'm knockin you out dont talk shit it aint what I'm about Wildin out I'm going to the rave with my man
my click (yo!) [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks [Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz [Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks
this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw) I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw (yeah) I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw
, wanna be a hot nigga Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah, I said it What, nigga? Fuck nigga like Lil? Jon, I don't give a fuck I give a goddamn if I never
I pass, I'm swerving in a slab It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top And I'm going to
T.I., I taught him how to be fly Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly Before J.D., I was 'Jingling Baby' Before Lil' Jon, I put the south on Before
a shot of tiquila jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A! [Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x] Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta
i'm hot like refa A! [Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x] Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I
bring dem K's in I'm still Attic A-double T I C It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop
bands instead of platinum I'm a hustler, not a rapper We gangstas, y'all some actors We finna turn this chapter, your spot is what I'm after I'm serious
the glass, off the flip And with a couple more drinks, I'll be off the hip mayn I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished Paramedics gon' be carryin
Verse One - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)] Pull up to the club, walk in then I Pull up to the bar, get drinks then I Pull up to a broad let her know what it is
I just wanna teach your brain I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang M-J- fucking G Touch me I'm in reaching range Lets hit the beach
CHORUS (Jon Young): (2x) now that i'm spoken for you wanna holla what'chu thought? that I would just drop her? you mad 'cause I'm doin' fine (wanna know