Lyrics

Locked OK ok! More crack, more crack, more crack Back like cooked crack you motherfuckers Santana! Juelz santana, yeah!, dipset, dipset Yall know me, I'ma take it up another motherfuckin notch, haa! Right now it's about that time Yeah!, yeah! Yo.. Now you ain't never seen a G roll wit this You a E-hole missin, get ya peep hole missin Killed an ditched like Nico Simpson While I'm Chico stickin, Philipeno women You the type that wear a speedo swimmin, Ina pool a 100 dudes, an just 3 Lil women Shit!, you couldn't even see those women An the pool was 3 feet deep, that these hoes went in Oh no this negro didn't, oh he go trippin'?, he gon get at least 4 digits Holmes, I make at least 6 digits, a week An Ina week then I trick 6 figures Yea, I be wit some quick pick niggahs Sick sick niggahs, who clip shit quicker then big clip scissors You a barber, get ya big thick clippers Sit in ya own chair Yea, cut ya own hair, you's a known queer Niggah I'm known here, known there I get dough here, dough there You name it I claim dawg its on yea Yeahhh, an i gotta home there Cam is still el jaffe jo An Jim? Yeah, he still a muhfuckin El captian Let's get this shit clear I'm the prince here My niggah Zeek is waiting to get his prints cleared Now I don't know if you noticed it But J.R. is one focused kid I'ma tell ya An i just gotta call off a state phone Like, Aye homes, Hell Rells on the way home An we here with the flow, you scared of the flow, nominated for grammys 2 years Ina row Who cares if you don't win?, you playin this should know, we here for the dough, all year for the dough Yea, I thought we'd never be in this shit But we did, turn around and repeated this shit An in the studio we beastin this shit Yea, we thinkin about 3 peatin this shit So, just hang ya shot up Dawg, we on a bulls winning streak, and gotta Lakers line up We can't wait to line up, an show you motherfuckers wat it is to see how gansters line up You see them tecs and them spaceships line up, start to think the fuckin matrix lined up I got my A-gang wit me, I got the AK wit me I advise you not to play games wit me I gotta mean fucking spray game wit me So mean, He thought I had a little spray rang wit me But I'm that niggah, that man, that deliver the blam, can opener style, take the lid off ya can! I'm crueler then cruel, you'll never find a niggah as smooth as me that still do wat I do So just play guard, you's a playin card I'm Kobe Bryant, without the rape charge I'm MJ, without the face job Shit, I'm Whitney Houston, without the 8 ball And that's straight raw Yeah niggah, I told you motherfuckers I'm back like cooked crack Oh you think I'm just saying it? Believe me, huh?, oh its all fucked up now Oh it is, it's all bad now, oh it is, killa! You know how it's goin down Line 'em up, so I can shut em down I'm popping shit this time around You motherfuckers got me hot, ok! Look I told you I was great, ok! Yeah! I'm still movin', let's go Can't ever stop me now niggah Yeah!, ok! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, yeah! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, what! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, come on! Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, let's go!