[Intro]
[?] up a bit, please
Hold tight Bret
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen (Listen)
This is a Lil Jon ting?
Is he gonna start shouting in a minute? (Nah)
Yeah?
Nah

[Verse 1]
I'm busy but I still pop-pop on road
Roll with my boys that plot for the dough
Fake motherfuckers got the box in the golf
Got tings on lock like cox in pole
On stage you ain't topping my show
My cliques hardcore like rock n roll
Roll on the road with a pocket of dough
Yo broke prick, you can't even top up your phone
You might find that I got my dick in your ho
When you brought her a bracelet, watching the phone
I buy rounds, don't try floss me a [?]
'Cause that's how much these brandies cost me in coke
05 people got a [?]
What you think I just had it [?] for the mo'?
You watch the penny's try and cock back
We rave in a 6 whip clique, you get a bust back
And we bring the ting because you can't trust blacks
So the windows are tinted and the car's black
There's no limit on it 'cause the credit card's black
Nah it's gold, but so I got fast cash
'Cause if it ain't big dough then mi nah chat
I'm just in the car park after for gash
And I don't make love, F that
It's [?] like beef when we bang
She bust I bust back
When I come on, rush to the front, 'low the back
I pop-pop-pop, feel free bust the strap
And no disrespect MC's, but I'm back
So olly, olly, olly
Please cut the crap
The most high kid but this one can rap
Even got my manager doing thunder clap
I'm hot like a hundred degrees
So 'low that chain around your chest
You're a fronter to me
So don't talk reckless in front of me
And if it ain't P's then you come to me
'Cause I'm the MC the youts come to see
I write easy, the truth comes to me
So here's what I'm saying, I ain't one to chief
So don't go saying 'suck your mum' to me
'Cause I ain't letting no MC F with me
'Cause I will beat you up on stage, 'low the beat
And it won't be sweet when you buck up with me
Especially if there's suttin' tucked under me
I got a little mothers tucked under sheets
And she only shakes her bum bum for me
And she dun knows that I dump on MC's
Up on MC's like rastas bun weed
So if you're saying beef? Look, come to east
Act dumb diggi-diggi-dig dumb dumb MC