I kicks it, oh yeah, click, spit, don't care Never see me no more, lot of niggas know me Few hoes blow me, nigga stay low key Sauce Money Faculty, repping
last one that's laid to rest I know, you wanna eat good, it ain't hard To be a real ghetto superstar Focus is the key, if ya want it, it could be If
believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all that east west
It's alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I can't do nothin else And you better watch out for the day When you lock me up and throw that key
baggage for all the maggots Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose Straight off the key, hundred
used to dis Now we ridin' on the road doin' shows with our clique Put a lock on my dick 'cuz my brain is key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me
that bitch a t-rex you must be on that heat, cause you soft as riding secret def can hate, i got your hoe photo on coast of key west we just, Sippin
'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face Talking funds, n-ggas ain't never seen stock I don't need the key to the game, I pick
a nut Bad little bitch got a nigga caught up I'm slidin in the rag top Chevorlet Got a nigga all out of bounds in West L.A. I'm tryin to find your granny
West West baby baby, don't test baby baby (Here I come with my hankerchief in hand) I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot This West Coast shit
' I'm the 'Real McCoy' An' I'm headin' out west, sucker because I wanna be a Cowboy, baby With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin' Cowboy, baby West
me (Feel this) West Coast feel me (Say what?) Dirty South (Uh, here we go) Can y'all really feel me? (Baby girl) East Coast feel me (Uh huh) West Coast
Gotti play it I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man One of these hoes gon' get it man From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south Yo Gotti
to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows now every city knows sames songs its just again pimps and hos and the kids think the key to gettin down in the
Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and
they stackin' up You niggaz got the crack it up The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up 84's click, clack it up and down towners From west
cause they cain't get me Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key Take that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve
? Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous? girl She on E, feeling on me, singing on key While I'm bumping