Hey you guys
Hey you guys

Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe 
All the children went to heaven 
Won’t be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready (ready) 
Are you ready (ready)

First there was the weed sack, coppin' and chillin'
Then came the cocaine, robbin' and stealin' (stealin')
I said I dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!

We like that trunk knockin' 
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We blazin up the bad
We got them baggies in our pockets
Y'all know we drinkin somethin'
We know your thinkin somethin'
Makin your windows rattle 
Turn the corner hear me comin'

Let’em know that you ain't nothing to be messed with 
Bring the fire every time get that money don't quit
Grind off shine off make it happen 
Get it get it 
Lives large come hard  
If you gonna spit it, spit it

I rocked the living room the first day I started walkin'
Was rhymin spittin flames the first day I started talkin'
Had the class and the teacher bouncin in kindergarten
Then I slapped her on her ass she said I beg your pardon
I said get get get get get it girl
One of these days I’m gonna rock the world 
Just give me a crayon and give me an A on 
Everything I do with a ground to play on

We’re on a whole nother, no love for under covers 
I had you suckered since I busted out my father’s rubber
Give me ball caps and sneakers, fresh in some jeans and t-shirt
Still got them children dance, lookin’ like they havin’ seizures 

Kiss my acrobat my soda crack my B-u-t-t-y butty whack
Yo ma’, yo pa, yo gritty granny with her hose in a panty 
 And a big behind like Frankenstein rock the beat down Sesame Street 
It’s your turn know let’s get it on 
Rock that thing ‘til the break of dawn
Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi
Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi
Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi
Ya-ha-hi  ya-ha-yi