(Ew!) I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll
stand for Now back up in yo ass again, it's mista Quik and I clown I got the shit that shake 'em down Break 'em down, take 'em down and now that I'm
(verse 1) im dat nigga,u fuckin right da trill yung savage nigga wat its lookin like found a nigga down on da undacova trippin yall gone fuck around and
step on} (repeat 4x) {Hold up, Okay} (What goes up, must come down) From the back (must come down) To this front (must come down) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire
where the sun don't shine So back off and let me get mine Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its Wait, don
you ain't showin no signs K-Def let em know I get down for mine [Chorus] I get down for mine [x4] I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs
throat Chillin it late on my old mans boat I hate to grin about the girls I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo I got a whole lot Stright pimpin, cant stop this So when
the minimum wage Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy I just mack and get all that babby Dre, you know I never slow down Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed down
bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows an' rip shows Dip 4s an' pimp
4 G's or more and i aint even fly yet Viper truck daily grill big wheel pimpin And they done gave us 20 mill, we a big deal pimpin Think we fakin what
we call niggas It goes down, down, bodies bein' found Gangsta mack shit that's how we clown [Luni Coleone] And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
on me like bitch the first time Give me your birthdate and your birth sign (scorpio) Same as mine I'll meet you down the street (the street) On natural bridge down the kings highway We will chill in (chillin) with my peeps (my peeps) That L-U-N-A-T-I-C
I'm floatin' - to your punk part of town. Anybody frontin, they better duck down Don't get mad cause I grazed ya! You jumped in that 4-door Blazer, quick
kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task And when they came in we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unrapped
o's and blow Pimp I told you so They thought that Outkast closed the door And Ludacris came in and sold his 4? Man, I told you so The Mac, C-Rod, Kuntry
Pimp C:] It's really goin down in the God damn South Young girls poppin pussy with them golds in their mouth Young boys comin up, layin it down in the
two, one two bitch! (bitch!) It's goin down (goin down!).. know what I'm talkin 'bout!? (talkin' bout!?) Sweet Jones! (Jones!) It's goin down! Hold up... [Pimp C
think straight drink Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C