Turn Off The Light

Yo, all the fans we love y'all

We gon' make one fo' the haters like f**k that

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion

Below in the celing wood with wheel on

With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit

Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit

Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit

Top down air forces white tank and shit

Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it

I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet

This bank I get style we all that

To the back we all that to the back

Red or blue new wall cap

Pause that bull shit you talking bout

Before the people start walkin out

If you please we succeed regardless

Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist

Longevity like the Beegee's

Please be aware we don't care, do you like us?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of born leezys

Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers

Church only on easter, ignore the preacher

Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules

To this day they be like lunatic rules

I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it

You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch

I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc

I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit

School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of town

Naw f**k y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown

Royal, blue jack right at the door

Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's

Fo' amps don't know what my limit is

I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did

I've been po' before know what a limit  is

New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin'

Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women

Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits

Drom tops cuttys on 4's

No love fo hoes change them like clothes

Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on

We all know dats how the game should go

We all know most of us love the same hoes

Like Carla the preachers daughter f**ked wit the barber

Over there on the other side of college encarta

For starters I know both y'all smash

I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town?

Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down

Yep that's him he come to make his rounds

Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found

Beta not continue I can show you how

Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds

Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns

Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city

My G's getting depp like P. Diddy

I'm feelin' like B round looking for my whitney

Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right

Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight

First class flight to Nellyville

So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug

Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh

Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4

And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh

South side one time let me here ya, uh oh

East side on time let me here ya, uh oh

West side on time let me here ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit

If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga

She libel to kill some motherf**ker

Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do

It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head

Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'