E's a star And I'm right back, like I left the keys to my car whoa [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house One of the first up out the
she watching that oxygen im watching E.S.P.N but when that show end She All On My Skin, Lotion, Slower Motion, Roller Coasting, Like Back Forth Hold
my niggas down south I'm coming out All you fake G's stay home Leave that shit alone front and back, 98 brougham King Tee's back on the throne And that
the roc away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date
girls huddle Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubbles Champange, cavior, for Hollywood rockstars, back on the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G
Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do
E L, y'all can kiss my ass That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and H Went to T, B,
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
bay So now Ja thinks that he's so tough And Murder Inc.'s the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's In order to get straight, I gotsta
Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A. Who am I? That nigga too fly My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines I ain't lyin', I'm back, boy,
clips go buckin' me good The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteran Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine Y'all can't build me, your technique's
me and they FB's Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze" That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room Boom, Pretty and
nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz
p p l e, k i d 's, reppin is lovely as you can see, endlessly, spittin prophecies until the day we d i e to the r a b, a p p l e, family until the day
D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over tracks we build
