Intro (I’m Tellin Ya)

Lyrics

[Intro: Major Flav] Yeah man Flav for President Gotta let these niggas know what I'm sayin' I'm from where they diss ya ass then they cry at your funeral. These niggas bite on sight like a modern day mosquito Gotta let you know Yeah man it's always in they job, they consistent with it Gotta put you down, gotta let you know -- I park cars, calp tickets 30, you a fool for this one And fuck on hoes, and I still baby sit on the side The police don't know where to catch me [Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa] I am king dab and they tried to clone me Please don't look too hard, you know it's on me You stealing my Swavo so therefore you owe me Own my own back, my family disowned me You took a stick She'll take a mile and give a bitch an inch Shooter get to gripping if you look tense Complain about the cookie 'cause its condensed Mansion with a fucking fence Eat a bitch up like it's dinnertime Spend the Tension Right At Finish Line Tell 30 meet me at the finish line Cutlass T Top for the summer time Hide a hundred in the wall I'm a wizard, John Wall Smash her then knock down her wall I pay it, say fuck what it costs Cartier, clear lens A real trapper don't need no friends Count it up, put 'em in tens Handgun, extendos extend Getting paper like an athlete Rich nigga flexin', I'm flashy Big ass bazooka in da back seat Hit a lick and then hit the backstreet [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Old school top missing You could learn it if you listen I know you watching, pay attention Mama taught me pay attention We came up from trapping off novas Now we race twin chopper Rovers You want some money? Pay attention You wanna be great, pay attention [Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa] Old school roof missing Tie him up if I catch you penny pinching Real shooters pull up, we don't do sneak dissing Forgis blow kisses but Flip don't do kissin' In the game, Flippa Madden Bought my bitch 10 pair Steve Madden's Trap on my [?] while in traffic Tell that bitch catch me in traffic 100K made me go harder Started with the Chevy, didn't do the Marta I was jugging, getting it, ain't have no father I was a starter but ain't wear no starters Poki test out with his nose 5K for the shoes and clothes I'm from where anything goes Send the shooters if he owes Money so old it's ancient Wet his ass up like I'm painting You a foul nigga, that's a flagrant Pay attention, these niggas writing statements I been a boss and never average You mad cause I'm stacking cabbage Now I'm having, I'm have it If you listen you can grasp it [Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa] Old school top missing You could learn it if you listen I know you watching, pay attention Mama taught me pay attention We came up from trapping off novas Now we race twin chopper Rovers You want some money? Pay attention You wanna be great, pay attention