Here we go now, yea   C'mon, yea, check it      [Verse One]   I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six   My solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six   Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch   The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits   I keep my name on the way on top of the now list   Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit   It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick   And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowin the sound sick   Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip   That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit   Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch   Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich   Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish   While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous   A lot of haters I'm knowin you like this   While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist'      [Chorus]   I say LADIES, my MERCEDES   Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat   Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back   When you step up in the club I know you know how to act   Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on   Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon   Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong   Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, I'm sayin      [Verse Two]   Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three   My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three   And we don't give a fuck about who you claimin to be   My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see   These fools try to talk just a little much to a G   They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree   Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea   Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea   I got my paper see, I ain't doin nuttin for free   Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee   Niggaz all in the street, whylin whippin the V   Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D   Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki   Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee   You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee   And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe   Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree   Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy   In case you niggaz ain't even knowin my pedigree   Invested in resorts for the niggaz who go and ski   If you ain't know the streets is belongin to me   I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin   While you niggaz is busy coppin the pleas   We busy blowin frontin like you ain't knowin my stee'      [Chorus]      Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon   [heavy breathing]   Here we go now, yea   C'mon