y'all boys ain't
Chilling, what's up boys, what's up boys, what's up boys, what's up boys, don't know about you
to the J to the O G-O-O-D-I-E for man, not the dog I Swiss cheese your hog and step on you like a frog
Can't touch me like foe.
Available like law.
Come on, come on.
When you need hooks and rhymes on the man to call.
The bigger your art, the harder you fall like patterns in drawers.
Ain't no skipping the bass.
How you gonna walk me through it?
Y'all boys ain't
We'll see you next time.
We'll be right back.
Respect this.
Respect this.
Legendary authentic classic.
Southern realistic lumberjack music.
T-Mall, Mr. Click, first round trap hit I never sell out, let's go
Four, three.
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
What's up?
I love you, man.
No, you ain't with my gang.
I still see you ain't below mine.
Y'all boys ain't precious.
Y'all boys ain't killing.
Y'all boys ain't
We'll see you next time.
Y'all like cats.
Y'all prepping that.
So chasing them stacks.
Still eating soul food.
Still standing real tall.
Still partying around the world.
Still trailing your party.
Still splitting facts.
Still slinging an axe.
On the wall still hanging golden platinum plaques.
still in your trunk, I still got the pump, I still got these thunks, I'm blowin' throwin'
Chilling, or Star Wars, Star Wars
Or Star Wars, Star Wars, don't know about this.
Star Wars, Star Wars
BOSCA!
BOSCA!
BOSCA!
