Yeah...this that shit we bump when we outta town....

Chorus
What you ridin' ridin'?
What you rollin' rollin'?
What you lightin' lightin'?
What you smokin' smokin'?
What you countin' countin'?
What you holdin' holdin'?
Who you pimpin' pimpin'?
Them bitches hoin' hoin'
(Repeat)

Verse 1: (Nature)
Now once you fuck with me bet your life is over
I got more hoes than Tyson Botha
Bite ya shoulder, bite ya earlobe
Weeks go by, I let my beard grow
Ya'll lookin' like ya'll tough but ya'll scared though
These rap cats is wierdos
I zone where no Man would dare go
I'm like the President, testifyin' didn't swear though
I fear no Man, not even the Lord
My n***as still pumpin crack, got a reason to score
We made it sweet in NewYork
Some fake Muslim n***as still eat pork
All I do is write the rhyme and let the weed talk
Tell it like it is
Gangster chronicles, credit the Bridge
Ironic, we keep it thugged out, it's better for kids
This time it's Nature shreddin' your myths, shreddin' your fame
Fake Willies gettin' settlement money step in the game
Get their own label, first act fly, don't recoup
N***as records ain't hot, then n***as owe loot
Now what you gon' do?