By Birdman, Chorus:
Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the
By Birdman, This for the hood, this for the ghetto
This is for
By Birdman, Hey Brian, I'm glad you took some time to come
By Birdman, Stunna it's your turf, baby
And me the heart thrive
Yeah, I
By Birdman, Chorus:
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know
By Birdman, [Chorus:]
I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone
By Birdman, Yeahh.. scene so thick
Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nuttin but that
By Birdman, You know what Im sayin
You know what I be like
Sometimes
By Birdman, I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin'
I'ma keep runnin',
By Birdman, Yeah nigga
Thats what it do, thats what it does, thats
By Birdman, Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We
By Birdman, (hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play!
By Birdman, Now let's get back on to the last part of
By Birdman, 100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die
By Birdman, This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nigga
Its
By Birdman, Yeah Nigga we gotta fly muhfuckin whip you hear me?