Somebody Better Tell ’Em

Lyrics
[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] Oh, So So Def Yo, yo yo See, around here (Say what?) At 6 o'clock (What's up?) Everything that drop (Okay) is hot, man (Uh) Greg, somebody better tell 'em [Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri, Tigah] At 6 o'clock in the A-Town, all you see is niggas bouncin' With my nigga 'cause my nigga can put it down You know me, same J.D., cars, hoes, money I got this shit crazy from Compton to Grady It's the S-O S-O D-E-F M-O-B That's me, Bow Wow, Brat, and JE (Don't forget about me) Who dat? [Verse 2: Tigah, Jermaine Dupri] Tigah, street scholar Make a dollar, take a dollar Fought by my way up in the game (Uh-oh) Yeah, it's kinda hard to swallow Pull up on a trip when I make 'em say "Oh" (Oh) Sittin' on Sprees spinnin' outta control (Err) Guess you're curious, never let you know (Ha) Street scholar and So So... [Outro: Jermaine Dupri] Def, nigga — what is you, ign'ant? This for my man Greg Street, man 6 o'clock, man [Interlude] Today, 3:31 a.m Yeah, you old simple ass bitch, over there fuckin' around with Greg Street, you old simple, stankin' ass bitch. You ain't shit. Funky ho. Fuckin' around with that nigga. Fuck you and that nigga. Keep lickin' that nigga ass, you stankin' bitch. You ain't shit. Fuckin' bitch. No good ass hеifer. Hope you die and go to hеll, you funky ho. You ain't shit, bitch. And I'll tell you...
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Credits
- Writers
- Jermaine Dupri
- Tigah