(Whoo!)
Uh huh, yo, whoo! Let's get at it, dog, whoo!
Plus, we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
Got my first car when I turned sixteen
(Shiieet)
And I'll come up wit these verses
St. Louis like Blues, D. Miles and Larry Hughes
I always pay, ma, let a brother hold somethin'
The sun'll come out tomorrow
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Stop, a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things
When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons
(Uh oh!)
Obey no rules to school, you, fools
And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
(Shiieet)
And I will never have to borrow
(Shiieet)
See I be high when my 'Ca-go Bulls
Only drove it home outta town Limousines
Plus, I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B'
But yo, what da hook gon be
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
But yo, what da hook gon be
...
Or in the studio doing vocals derrty
All I need is the track in the background
If you don't like what's going on, gwoin' to another song
So we did what we had to do for 'Country Grammar' to sell
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Ha ha, I stay on my own melodies
All I need is the track in the background
(Man)
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
No hi, no nothing not a simple house life
Now, what goes up, must come down
(Shiieet)
(Shiiett)
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
But yo, what da hook gon be
From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
Let the girls do me while you do you
Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood
But yo, what da hook gon be
Used to be creative on Halloween
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
All I need is the track in the background
People always saying, "Man, it must be nice"
(Uh oh!)
(Uh oh!)
(We all, we got!)
Understand, the money's good but I'm still from the hood
And it might not cost me, playa
(Get it?)
Unless you want a foot
(Shiieet)
(Uh oh!)
So don't be asking for no 'inch' and be expecting the 'foot'
Who be doing what I do?
(Whaa?)
(Shiieet)
Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon' see ya later, man
Catch me on, you're local derrty
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
That's how it is, how it better be
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
But yo, what da hook gon be
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa
Yo, yo, have you ever seen a little dude
And we all push it but me, I push it real good
Schoolboys everywhere, we're Young Dude news
(Uh oh!)
Close your ears, ma, you ain't heard nothin'
All I need is the track in the background
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I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me
That I'm usually slanging, I be ripping, man
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
But when you leave town, they go around, they running they mouth
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
You never met a nigga like me
They something like a hater man
But yo, what da hook gon be
(Man)
I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin' 'round and I'ma rip
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
All I need is the track in the background
My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy
See, I don't need no fucking hook on this beat
Aiming your pound pretending they proud
And the Young Dude done paid, young dudes', dues, dude
(Uh oh!)
(Uh oh!)
'Cause I keep a hater guilty
(Shiieet)
All I need is the track in the background
All I need is the track in the background
But yo, what da hook gon be
I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put
(How you gon'?)
I'm basically coming from nothing to something
Ha ha ha, yo, yo, yo, yo
You constantly frontin' until you confronted on