[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let`s get at it dog, whoo!
[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain`t coming down, it be them same ole` clowns Aiming your pound pretending they proud But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann) They something like a hater man Talking bad about a playa as if I`m not gon see ya later man You constantly frontin until you confronted on If you don`t like whats going on gwoin to another song Cause I keep a hater guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my car go Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy`s err`y where, we`re Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes` dues dude
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[JD:]
But yo, what da hook gon` be (Uh oh!)
[ML:]
See I don`t need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin `round and I`ma rip
[Verse: Murphy Lee]
The sun`ll come out.. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove it home outta town limosines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for `Country Grammar` to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter `B` That`s how it is, how it better be I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs [ears] ma you ain`t heard nothin (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin I`m basically coming from nothing to somethi