One time put them homeboys down to play them.
Three times put the fun ass hoes to come around.
Put the bang bang shoot them up bad too.
The kind of girl that got a bang when that ass.
Back it up, don't stop, give it all you got, and qualify for the GOP to make it hot.
Let me introduce the California Mac, the Filipino Mexican on the spot.
Like that, throw back, throw down an 18-pack, down the on my way, in the county, let's stretch that.
First class ballin' at B.I.P.
the M.I.C.
be my style Gotta stay on point and maintain the poacher Roll the back joint and pass me the dojo It ain't over not quite tonight
This shit goes down beneath the strobe light So hold on tight with all your might And let me blow up your spot
with some dynamite.
So who got beat?
And who got gang?
And who got love for the West Side Dime?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got my shining stars above?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got my shining stars above?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got my shining stars above?
It's too late.
And we ain't ready to go.
Cause I just turned on the mic and barely jumped on the floor.
So if you wanna get your party on, then throw them hands up high.
and keep track, don't stop, don't fret, motherfuckers don't ask me why.
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who come and shine in the stars above us?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who come and shine in the stars above us?
I got the women like, when we open the club, we got the fellas, yeah, yeah, giving up the love, look at the no-bound move.
They know about tea.
They know about the rap.
He takes it up a seat.
And they give me the mic and let me play.
I'm like, who's your daddy?
Gotta love it when the boy fling.
Woods and cannons, drop top and parlors.
Can't stop my dollars.
I know the team wants to come in, but sit close.
Deep in the zone, don't want to go home alone.
With your buzz on, trying to get your fuck on.
Let's take a deep from here to KY.
Everything short in time, like candy for your eye.
Make a hop, move that ass around, head down.
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got more shine than the stars above?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got more shine than the stars above?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got my shining stars above?
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got my shining stars above?
to make him and we ain't ready to go.
Cause I just turned on the mic
And barely jumped on the clothes up If you wanna get your part on Then throw them hands up
Get up to Detroit, don't stop, don't quit, motherfucker, don't ask me why
An ordinary night Rollin' up about ten Fiestas on the hood Motherfucker we get Freakin' the club Homegirls show me love Are you still down with it?
Let me hear the
because you can put me at work, I'll connect you up, I know you feel the flow, your breath's old, so here's your check.
It might be your last.
Put a hundred and ten percent of shaking of that.
Taking a blast.
Making it last.
Throw your heard mouth liquor.
XC next.
Then you.
Now it's me and you, you and me alone to plug the phone through some don'ts.
It's on.
Recognize that.
That's what a lot of them.
Who the ones with the track to get you high player?
All part of the thing we do because we come stand.
So roasting all the options open.
Pocket the ball and I put down the 18th to key.
Let me go, homie.
Ease up when I squeeze up.
Look in the brow.
Catch a beautiful life.
Hold on to that thought till the end of the night.
Everything moving fast.
Feelin' in control, about to mount up All the homies count up, time to round up Anything inside, it's all game to me But you better make sure it's all aimed at me
Who got beat?
Who got game?
Who got love?
Who got more shine than the stars above?
It's too late
And we ain't ready to go Cause I just turned on the mic And barely jumped on the floor
So if you wanna get your party on, then throw them hands up high.
So keep trying, don't stop, don't quit, motherfucker, don't quit.
