Hell Yeah
Sexy chica that'll pop the cris
while they watchin' you lick your lip
And you can puff the lye and you can pimp and rid
and you can thug until the day you di
Now you can smoke the blunts, tote the gat
And be the phatest one with the Le
Homeboy you can pop the X, you can try se
With the set tatted on your nec
You can be the H to the Izzo, V to the Izz
Really don't matter what y'all jiggas sizza
You can live it up but you still gonna pizza
Where you gonna run on Judgment diza
Choru
Hell yea
You can go to Hell yea
If you don't change, change, change, change, chang
uh hua, chang, change, change, change, chang
(repeat
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boy
Everyone flossin' up in the toy
Candy coated chevy comin with the nois
Everybody grinnin 'cuz its shiney boy
Everytime I turn around I see a jitter bu
Now the jitter bug wanna be a thu
Momma and Daddy and them ain't show no lov
If you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you wha
50 years old still up in the clu
Pay to see the young girls shake their but
Don't need another drink, look at your gu
Need to go home, old nasty but
I'm gonna tell you what, switch it u
Choru
I represent Carolina and the M-I-
Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Ba
5-0-3 what can you sa
Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, US
Everybody in the US
Chorus
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