| Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long |
| When me big up me chest, call me number one |
| Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun |
| Pussy boy, test me, me chop off ya arm |
| If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection |
| Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran |
| Like screech and pac man or james bond |
| Also top dog, or louieville don |
| So sit back and watch and spark perfection |
| Me used to be young, bout know me older |
| Me spit lyrics wrong just like the twister |
| So know we go, galley wit the one twanie |
| Pick up them shoes and rub them for me |
| Lift up them anger, put them on it |
| Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave |
| I’m not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door |
| Is it a mom p, who want hawaiian pie, me |
| Hit the slim girl, and I deal wit twenty |
| Oversize, I put my car in overdrive |
| 'cause life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs |
| I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall |
| My nigga twanie ranks’ll make ya pants fall |
| Last call, for the session |
| I think that nigga’s under the impression |
| That I may accord to the mp, for some more weed |
| He told me to pick up some more fine call-eed |
| The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit |
| True, I live trife |
| We are the one that cough up ya sack |
| Cop the steele, I bust out the tek |
| Want one, come out turn the mic down |
| Gimme money, I lick a pound, vacation |
| Talkin politickin, I look for convincin |
| Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen |
| For are me red, for are me smoke weed-weed and dred |
| Me leaf’s a bitch now, and leave ya light convent |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town |
| Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don’t care |
| Wickedest, wickedest, how we do |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo |
| When jah rocks the party, leave 'em your shorty |
| I got shorties on watch and they don’t wanna hurt nobody |
| Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide |
| If the place to be is on my muthafuckin side |
| I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder |
| Give you order, put your ass under water |
| Despite, we know God don’t like ugly |
| But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me |
| After the party, gather my target |
| Me have two, gather, me don’t know which one to hit |
| So sexy, sexy girl in the air |
| When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare |
| Push up ya face and lift up ya feet |
| And when will they come, I’m comin and creepin |
| Irie, you my collar irie, when I gotta come to a nation |
| Give the people what the people want |
| Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now |
| 'cause me lickin at them head, lickin at they back |
| Keep the girl locked down just like two partner |
| Action, ready for injection |
| Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban |
| Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon |
| A long time me ban, I live in the brooklyn |
| A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem |
| You didn’t know-oh, I thought I told you so-oh |
| I be the three from o.g.c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me |
| That’s why your skin out be burn, you must learn |
| While we dub ya assess in the urn |
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