| [Cam'ron] Yo JR They been waiting for you dawg They been asking You ready? You up motherfucker Dipset, let's go Writer! [HOOK:JR Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call If the cops are coming, get the hopping, running Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n Put away that erb raw, let's us know the word or Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call [JR Writer] I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit So much water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sick Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on ab lips Down low like i'm tryna keep her a secret Acura on chrome, passing me dome Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home But I always keep a straggler that's known To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion Jones Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it Corner to the damn kitchen Gained a couple fans had to make a transition But i'm still in the hood like a transmission No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's half as nasty? I got it locked from here all the way to cackalacky But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy Shit this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me [HOOK] [Lil' Wayne] Bird man JR and JR Pigeons know who they are, niggas gotta pay off Snitches know the say all, if chickens on the radar I'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight ... |
