Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A | |
And I’ve been a witness to this history | |
Ever since the the 10th grade | |
We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
But it ain’t so country my nigga this ain’t no Gomer Pile | |
I’m sergeant slaughter | |
I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
And across the boarder the ese's are getting smarter | |
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don't speak | |
In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
I'm shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
[Hook] | |
Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug | |
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup | |
Boy stop, I'm just playing, let me dap you up | |
Baby, baby | |
You're in my system | |
Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
Verse 2: | |
Boy, it's after 12, club's like A Hive Bee | |
A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang | |
Self-preservation is the rule when you do aim | |
Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
To make it sure the doctors, they can't replenish him. | |
Or bring him back to life | |
Back to reality | |
Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
Triple OG status A town's very own | |
[Hook] | |
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac | |
Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
[Hook] |
Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
Boy check the resume, it' s risky business in the A | |
And I' ve been a witness to this history | |
Ever since the the 10th grade | |
We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
But it ain' t so country my nigga this ain' t no Gomer Pile | |
I' m sergeant slaughter | |
I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
And across the boarder the ese' s are getting smarter | |
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don' t speak | |
In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
I' m shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
It' s the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
Hook | |
Now party people in the club it' s time to cut a rug | |
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
I' m double fisted and if you' re empty you can grab a cup | |
Boy stop, I' m just playing, let me dap you up | |
Baby, baby | |
You' re in my system | |
Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
Verse 2: | |
Boy, it' s after 12, club' s like A Hive Bee | |
A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
Not to flex but to protect my neck like the WuTang | |
Selfpreservation is the rule when you do aim | |
Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
To make it sure the doctors, they can' t replenish him. | |
Or bring him back to life | |
Back to reality | |
Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
Triple OG status A town' s very own | |
Hook | |
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
Bendin' ' round corners in the ' lac | |
Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
Hook |
Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe | |
Boy check the resume, it' s risky business in the A | |
And I' ve been a witness to this history | |
Ever since the the 10th grade | |
We went from rockin brades to temp fades | |
I twist my A hat to the side just for style | |
or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly | |
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down | |
But it ain' t so country my nigga this ain' t no Gomer Pile | |
I' m sergeant slaughter | |
I keep my shit cooked to order in order | |
To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water | |
And across the boarder the ese' s are getting smarter | |
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas | |
If you follow wink wink, no doubt we don' t speak | |
In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink | |
I' m shittin' on niggas and peeing on the seat | |
It' s the nigga the BIG BOI OUT | |
Hook | |
Now party people in the club it' s time to cut a rug | |
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugg | |
I' m double fisted and if you' re empty you can grab a cup | |
Boy stop, I' m just playing, let me dap you up | |
Baby, baby | |
You' re in my system | |
Baby, baby, tell me your listening. | |
Verse 2: | |
Boy, it' s after 12, club' s like A Hive Bee | |
A bee hive cause not everybody buzzin' around me | |
Could it be the way the verse is sounding | |
Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz | |
Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing | |
Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining | |
Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me | |
Index finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning | |
Not to flex but to protect my neck like the WuTang | |
Selfpreservation is the rule when you do aim | |
Or get in something more sinister you gotta be the finisher | |
To make it sure the doctors, they can' t replenish him. | |
Or bring him back to life | |
Back to reality | |
Gone get on some hoes leave it alone | |
Triple OG status A town' s very own | |
Hook | |
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack | |
Bendin' ' round corners in the ' lac | |
Cut a rug, playa, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front | |
What you want? You make me wanna breed | |
Girl freeze. Cut a rug, lady, now cut a rug | |
And throw yo' deuce up in the sky for the shutterbugg | |
Hook |