Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down, down, down, down, down, down, down and out Down
bank Nigga what the fuck you think [Chorus] What cha thank nigga [Verse-2] Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose Doing videos and movie soundtracks and
shh Be like beating your ass take the goods and the cash [Daz] Now when I dip out for this, when I dip out for that When I see what is up with this
that I can't grow and own my own. And understand what I need to do as a company, as a label, and as an artist, and as a man and encompass that in one
it and never do to much kicking it but candy martini's since artist's have seen it all short and tall, skinny, fat plenty back, jimmys at it it all and
their pants down crotch pickin', that's not hot niggers since riders block drop hip hop and ... cause without a doubt, i'm the hardest nigger this rhyming out and
So don't ask me out, don't make me try, 'Cause I don't wanna let you, I don't wanna... And I can't complain if I don't know how It's a sad, sad song
to havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but Testin' us ain't The smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or Get yo'
havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but Testin' us ain't The smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or Get yo' ass
