[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]   Yeah it's mothafuckin Lil One   Back in here   With my dawg Shadow   Representin Beyond Entertainment   In the house   Makin all these phat ass tracks   For the bitches   For the hoes   And the nickel bags   Peep it out   Hey dawg tell em what time it is   Homie      [Mr. Shadow]   To all my people in them Lo-Lo Chevolets   Hittin corners rollin on them chrome daytonas   Flags on the back representin to the fullest   High lids poppin girls are jockin   After cruisin we can do this   Mobbin to the grill and parly all night   To the next day drinkin Allezay or Presidente   Swiggin Thinkin Slowly Blinkin   Starin at the bottle that we've been drinkin   Sinkin like a ship but still I ain't gon quit   And if you wanna bring the drama   You better be packin an extra clip   Don't slip cause if you fall   You won't get up at all   I rode with those fools   That'll make your lives forever stall   The darkest of them all   Packin clothes like county jail   Droppin bars like up in prison   When you're posted up in that cell   Shadow's bringin hits   Makin hoochies move their hips   Triple 6 - 1 - Triple 9   Buildin clout and stackin chips   Pow      [Chorus: Mr. Lil One]   We can make you dance   If you want us to [And you know this]   We can take yo bitch   If you want that to [Dumb ass]   [2x]      [Mr. Lil One]   I got a back full of latex   Gotta have the safe sex   Never mind a nickel bag   Fiendin for my pay check   Let's begin   Words up in the wind   It's Lil One and Shad   Comin through I fin to brag   Brag about the sickness   Bitches wanna hit this   We the Mistahs   Dressin like a drifter   Roamin earlier in the mornin   Bonin, vision gettin foggy   Fuck her like a doggy   Treat like a mut   She's a nickel bag slut   And back to the crib   Knownin what she did   The bitch already swallowed   And gobbled up my kids   Never did I trust her   Didn't even lust her   Just wanted to bust one   Give myself a quicky   The bitch was actin bitches   I knowin that she's flithy   Then back to the club   Gotta get my groove on   Bitches on my nuts   So time for me to move on      [Chorus]      [Mr. Shadow]   Ain't no tellin what we might do next   We on a misson   We headin to towards the border   Smokin a blunt in a expedtion   Lynchin any body tryin to act rowdy   In the land of the sick   Ain't no with's or but's about it   Down a revolution, full of prostitution   I thought I'd get a women   But that shit was an illusion   Cruisin with my dawgs   Brakin laws like it was legal   Now we're gettin pulled over   So I reach into my pocket   To get a C-Note   Like Gelo I got my nigga Irey hallusinatin   We got to hurry to club   I got them bitches waitin   I got the club   Gettin love from everybody   Cause everybody knows   About the Shadow after parties   Barcardi Allezay Henniasee and Don P   All these fools want to kick   Just to say they know me   Agony or ecstacy   It's either him or me   It's a daily routine   For me and the Little O-N-E      [Chorus]