[Lil' Uno]   We in the Club we Stuntin'   [Traxamillion]   (Yeah, Yeah)   [Lil' Uno]   HEEEYYY   [Traxamillion]   I had to get the Youngstas on em' man   [Lil' Uno]   Its the Pack man, Young L, Wezzy B, Young Stunna and me Lil' Uno aka   the    prince man, Got my man Traxamillion over here on the beats man so you    know its a hit Haha, Heeeey   [Traxamillion]   AAAAAOOWWWW      [Lil' Uno]   D the first letter in A-M-O-N-T-E   But you better call me Uno when you see me on the streets   A cute face with a coke bottle shape   Blowin' ice like a blunt, They get me high I call em' grapes   The grapes in the backfoot call em' Gymanstics   Kinda had a nice game like my name John Madden   Mouth Jeff Gordon racing 24 Bullets   And the bitches call me baby like I'm runnin' cash money   My tool kinda long I wrap it double magnums   A picky type dude gotta be gold wrapper   Jackie Joyner-Kersee   Got Trax and The Pack   Pickin' up skirts for a 100 yard dash   Slow it down, Take a breath, Fresh air I love that smell   See Vans no Nikes so you know its Wolfpack   Put the mic in my hand and see a girl shape crack.      (Chorus)      [Stunna Man]   I'm back baby   The Pack go crazy   Trax on a track   We be hittin' on the ladies   She ask questions   Why you so fly ?   She tell me that my grill look like a bright lite   I take her to the club so she see them bright lights   My team get Hyphy a lot of club fights   So nice, So much ice   We be flyer than a kite in the Vans that you like   I'm so fly, I'm so high   Yes you ain't heard Stunna that guy   Yeah homie I'm popular so now you know why ya hoe jockin' us   At the party I sip   I be ripped like shit hoes down with this shit   The Pack, Based Boys   Yeah that's my clique   Act into ya street, Yeah I bang my script      (Chorus)      [Young L]   Run then bend yeah shake that shit   Back it up make L wanna break that shit   (Yeah, Yeah) And I bang the Pack got   Boppas on deck with the Rippas in the back   I'm messin' with Trax   Give me all the Racks   Yeah I'ma stacks   Cash to the max   Why ya chick wouldn't stop eyin'   She let ya boy in, Nigga ain't even tryin'   She came over ask me a question   Next thing you know we was talkin' about sex (About sex, Yeah)   Its the Pack   Based Boys   Vans with a backpack   Star Wars Jeans   With A Looney Tune hoodie   Inside out niggas know what I'm about   Its the next level   Frasier Frames   She's a runner, She ain't my main      (Chorus)      [Lil' B]   Walked in the club yes I'm fresh, Gadddesyes   Girls say I'm raw and I give em' all the best sex, Ganggadddangdeng   All up in the back mayne, Sac mayne, I done seen souths like Pac-Mayne    ?   Ride in the scrape thing black with the black tint   Aired out, Aired out Girl yeah that's it   Bruhhs tryna stab it, Gruhhs tryna grab it   Gotta long blunt, Bleeyah ?, Throat all raspy   Gotta just test me, Right but I'm lefty   Gotta light skin look sweet like Nestle   All my niggas deep with the heat don't test me   All nice gotta long slot like Gretzky ?   Been done fuckin' you, Why the nigga gon' test me ?   All up in the party goin' dumb lookin' sexy Yes   All my niggas go crazy   I been in the club goin' 18 aye aye.