Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas Whole bunch of choppas fo my enemies Devil entered me my mind on injury I'm in front of the jury like im guilty Shawty tried me so I killed em off G.P. Mom I'm sorry I cant let you berry Don't worry just comecary And some letters plus some phone time momma What's the golden rule don't turn on my partnas (2x) I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE I'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS (OH MY GoDsh) I heard a lot of niggas dissin me They let me know dey missin me I been down fo some months Now it's time to make history With these evil ass thoughts It feel like satan just entered me I'ma pull through dis shit Idon' need no nigga ta pray fo me I was told to calm down and spend my pain on da mic I drop one mixtape six months later my career took fight Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com O let's do it got em hype Love them gun sounds make em fight I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin wit me I'm from Clayton County Riverdale but born in New York northside queens to be exact Bricksquad we'll walk back i can taste these niggas flesh i can smell these niggas fail Riverdale, Flocka. (2x) I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE I'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB (flocka ) I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS They said a man shine proper sometimes that shit hurt why they put G babyface on the t-shirt neek i know it hurt that just god at his work Blow all the real niggas livin in the dirt Imma Ride Imma Ride Every chance a nigga get imma squeeze imma squeeze imma let my gun rip R.I.P. trav on some real nigga shit Real nigga click im on my bricksquad shit one louzy ass bullet, cant fuckin stop me i feel like rocky when he fold on palo creed ima certafied G waka flocka too street you can call me concrete raised by grove street (2x) I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE I'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS dawgs dawgs. . .

[Dre] A nigga ready from the get go(blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but naw (naw, naw) I take that back, that's my problem Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some Chorus(2X) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It's the joint) [Big Boi] Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo Chorus(2X): [Dre] 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead cause I'ma pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Be-near me My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah Chorus(2X): [Big Boi] It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip I'm packin my gauge, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do Chorus(2X) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin.. Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz Around the East Pointe way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin guns and the motherfuckin glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

Yeah, yeah [Chorus 1: ~Khujo Goodie, Big Boi~] [K.G.:] She said her name was Tangerine, damn the American dream She all about her fuckin cream, so shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine? Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine [B.B.:] She said her was Billie Jean, said she wanna show me things I pulled out a stack of green, shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi:] Now, let's set it straight, B-I-G don't cuff or cake I, put her on a plate until she's no longer awake They just lay, fast asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes On display, she's a model but she only model shoes Not fake like a prosthetic leg or prostitute How she choose? She just whispers in my ear ("I'm with you") I'm the type of dude that sends your baby mama out for food Visit http://www.xtralyrics.com And I also like her throat action, with a passion Love in her mou-outh, for dental satisfaction That means I hit the head like Greg Louganis then I'm splashin Ughhh, bust one back of the 'llac, stabbin (hootie hoo!) She know what's happenin, there's no reason to doubt it If you ask her how I got it she say ("How he had went about it was") And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there [Chorus One] [T.I.] Okay, midnight, fit like, four or five chicks in the drop '66 bumpin "Southernplayalistic" as we ridin through the city lights, Monday Magic City night Pass these around, momentarily they feelin like gettin right, good girls, got 'em gettin busy like big dykes, eatin so much pussy they forget pipe All got boyfriends, tell me they don't hit it right They come see me so they can come be freaks in the back seat, everything's fast like a track meet All I can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks Actually, no exaggeration, no imaginin Real talk, my reality is yo' fantasy Keisha, Kim, Tamika, Shay, Alicia and Gloria Chasin this broad tryin to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when ya boyfriend borin ya [Chorus Two: Big Boi, Khujo Goodie] [B.B.] Shake it like some Texas Pete droppin on your collard greens Make it hotter when she want a dollar, do you follow me? Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - shake it like a tambourine [K.G.] Smellin like some tangerines, rollin like she on some beans Garter belt full of greens, booty bustin out the seams Shake it like a tambourine - she shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine - watch her shake it like a tambourine [Big Boi] Once upon a rhyme I knew this girl and she was fine as everything outdo's, the kind of girl I describe her like-like-like Michael Jordan when he's froze in a pose of a Jumpman Top flight security on these hoes man She drop it low only for me to pick her up When she's liquored up I'm leavin my fingerprints on her butt A ten-hut, at attention as we stand for this woman General Patton, boy stop, we think she cummin Lovin the way that I'm dickin her down, Boi you bluffin Nothin but a nigga like me be straight up royal flushin But this ain't 'bout playin no cards dummy Her give me open mouth sugar and she go hard for me Even take a charge for me, if the coppers caught us ridin to get a tray of fruit, and a pack of 1-point-5's and I'm all the way on them papers, she all the way on my team We burn it down like California trees in the breeze Fire! [Chorus One] [Outro] Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that ass Shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it, shake shake it Shake shake it, shake shake that, shake that Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (and all my ladies go to) Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work (shake shake it, shake that ass)