yeah, 1: don't know you; can't control

1: Lil I go, here I go, this that

seven-foot, eight-foot 1: Lil mon charisme, vodka avec

Lil he can't do this and he don't that,

yo Weezy--you ready to get at these n***as,

pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up

Paula DeAnda & 1: Paula might be

DJ Affiliates N***a Holla At Ya BoyTrendsetterCannonDJ 1:

Project Pat & why these n***as always hatin' on

roughnecks, hear burn them blocks like-a weNobody

Weezy, Cash Money!Yo ma, lemme hollaLet's do I

1: Lil of vanilla, flyin' over chocolate mountainsI stare

can feel it in the streetsOn a day like this,

don’t seem to want me but they won’t admitI think

Mix done hit a n* in his head with

call a chico, tell 'em I said thank you

Lil Wayne & could get got on the spotShot

let your mouth open upCuz you don’t wanna see the

Feed me rappers or feed me beatsTool on deck, why would

I go like MystikalBitch you bad, but you built like