[Intro: Young Chris & (Neef Buck)]
Six figure, woo
Uh, Young Gunnaz (Young Gunnaz)
Chris and Neef (That's right)
Yeah, uh, this official State P. representers

[Chorus: Young Chris]
Can't stop, won't stop, Roc-A-Fella Records
'Cause we, we get down, baby, we get down, baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best, nothing less

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
They don't make us or break us
When they make up to break up (No)
See the Jacob, fix they lil' make-up (Uh)
That's them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Neefy
Wishin' they was the one what Chris got Lil' Kee Kee (That's right)
Home base, yes, I'm cool back dere (Uh huh)
Keep ya mouth shut, we might do that dere
Yep, it's only right, that the whole block stares
Hop out the Benz, with blue and white Airs
Smooth, let's go and get left field
Mami feelin' my baguettes, so my whole neck glow
Say "I'm young, but I can sex though"
Now could it be I'm the one ladies check fo'? Yes, ho
Got grown women my momma age, fuck me all kinda ways
Suck and swallow everything, way before them rhyming days
Naw, it ain't 'bout the age, it's all in da stroke
Bitches thought I was a joke, 'til they got my jammies, HEY!
[Chorus: Young Chris]
Can't stop, won't stop, Roc-A-Fella Records
'Cause we, we get down, baby, we get down, baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best, nothing less

[Verse 2: Neef Buck & (Young Chris)]
Yep, it's only right we don't feed 'em no cash
We ain't bling 'em and pass 'em, when we see 'em we pass 'em
Yep, I know they hate 'cause we seein that cash
And seein' right pass 'em, and I don't wanna access 'em
No, no, don't make me the bad one
Then negotiate, when the man wit' the badge come
You know the rules, when a n***a was yappin'
Ain't no rappin', when we see 'em we clappin'
Plastic bag 'em, then we findin' a ditch (Yeah)
Toss the Magnum, then we findin' his bitch (Yeah)
Then take a step over the shit we left over
Now I gotta go and tell my n***as what happen
N***as better believe, we the youngest in charge (Yeah)
Ain't takin a deal, man, I run wit' a charge (Yeah)
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
State Property, poppin' any one of you bastards

[Chorus: Young Chris]
Can't stop, won't stop, Roc-A-Fella Records
'Cause we, we get down, baby, we get down, baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best, nothing less
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
They see the Young Gunna, all the girlie, girlies
Wanna see the Young Gunna once they see the Rocawear (Wear)
Little bit of jewels, plus I treat 'em like I care (Care)
Safe home base, I just treat 'em like a spare (Yeah)
You know I stay wit' a beautiful little thing
And after me, it's Neef abusin' that little thing, look (Together)
You better tuck your girl, if she hot fam' (Together)
'Cause I'm pretty sure, she a Roc fan
Mami, do you want–us or him?
Ain't no "I" in a team, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' them
Get the ride for my dogs, that's the game, baby girl
Ain't no shame, keep it clean, keep a eye on my dogs (You know)
Never brag, never blab what you saw
Let them motherfuckers know, you just as fast on the draw (Fo' show)
Let 'em know you need some cash for the drawls (Wooo)
Keep the shit between us, so they be blast on the saw

[Chorus: Young Chris]
Can't stop, won't stop, Roc-A-Fella Records
'Cause we, we get down, baby, we get down, baby
The girls, the girls, they love us
'Cause we stay fresh to death, we the best, nothing less