Nappy Boy, ooh, wee Ooh wee Everybody say yeah Oh, oh, oh Hey, eh, eh, eh, eh We been messin' 'round for a long (Long time) A while now (While now, uh) And you already know what's on my mind (Mind) It's goin' down now (It's goin' down now) And I don't need no background music, girl I turn it loud now I got the gangsta feelin' And I'mma do somethin' to you To you, to you Oh We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh?) Or just put on that N.W.A. Comin' straight outta Compton on that pussy, baby And we can all night long (Ha, ha) I'm 'bout to have yo head gone And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin Baby, we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill Baby, we can make love to a rap song Go, shawty (Uh) It's ya birthday (Uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song And you been on my mind all day (All day) I know you with it (Know you wit it, baby, uh) And I'mma do you like Kanye (Yeah) 'Cause I'mma let you finish (Let you finish) You can get it (You can get it) Or we can do it East Coast style And I'll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin' I feel like breakin' you off You off, you off Off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the iPad ('Cause you the boss, girl) Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs over Baghdad (Boom) Wait, hold up She got a donk (Yup) She got a donk (Yup) She got a donk I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin Baby, we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill Baby, we can make love to a rap song Go, shawty (Uh) It's ya birthday (Uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin' with the finest And I mean that (Uh) Really, you the finest and I mean that (Uh) Pants fitted, damn it, where ya jeans at? Makin' love to a rap song Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap Uh Like Akon, we could stack it all up (Yeah) Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (Uh) (Hot) That's all shawty ever was Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks (Hot) Is all shawty ever been Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim Ballin', it's ya birthday You know that champagne'll Get ya boy to first base Haters do they thing But we do it bigger Number one niggas Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin Baby, we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill Baby, we can make love to a rap song Go, shawty (Uh) It's ya birthday (Uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin Baby, we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill Baby, we can make love to a rap song Go, shawty (Uh) It's ya birthday (Uh) We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

Put your hands up... Put your hands up I can't hear you... C'mon Keep the party goin', shake them titties, bounce that ass baby Throw your hood up, Everybody go crazy If they shut it down he won't be a happy dude Cause when the party stop Freaknik turn to maggot food And these faggot dudes they can't stop all a y'all So tear this bitch up and blame it on the alcohol So put some fire on that ass and love that weed And let your truck bam till' you disturbin' the peace Lit up your fire in the sky if you packing your heat For Freaknik we gon' cause ruckus in the streets Matter fact somebody gon' have to call the police Tell em' I'm right here on the stage if they lookin' for me Pefected my flow, I did it for us Walkin' to school or catchin' the bus My pants sag, It's cos I'm so hood Sweet tea mob, We up to no good I bought the ice cream, i bought the hot sasha I bought potatoe chips, but now its Red Lobster Me n' all my patners, We did it real big I spent 200 dollars, We did it real big I'm talking Freaknik, I popped my first bottle I met my first groupie, lap dance, to top model It's Big Uzi, I got a big Uzi Well not a Big Uzi, I got a lil Uzi I wanna big name, I wanna big chain Put my face on it, They think I'm insane But we rule the world, We came a long way I thought we'd never make, Man we came a long way Oh I, People do it for you, and you, and you I can hear your voice come through, through, through They don't want us to do we do, do, do That's why we do it, That's why we do it,(Girl) That's why we do it, That's why we do it, That's why we do it, That's why we do it I'mma keep on goin' for you, and you, and you That's how we do it, That's how we do it, Thats how we do it, Thats why we do it, Thats why we do it, Thats why we do it

Ricky Ross (The Boss) T-Pain (J-J-J-J-J.R) I got a fresh line-up, yeah, a fresh outfit 'Bout to have the parkin' lot on smash Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta 'cause) I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the, I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far, hey I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far 'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss I don't make love, baby we make magic Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin' Always wear a plastic, baby 'cause shit happens She leave the back seat, just to freak in the Magnum Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre' Just to let the top back and thank God for the day Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say? I made a couple million dollars last year dealin' weight Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross) I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane I'ma make it rain (Rain), and I'ma make it back (Back) You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact Workin' with the police, actin' like you know me Fresh out of jail, already in yo' hoe cheeks I got a fresh line-up, yeah, a fresh outfit 'Bout to have the parkin' lot on smash Plus I got a Chevy with a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta 'cause) I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the, I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far, hey I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far 'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss T-Pain The boss, boss-boss-the boss Boss-boss-the boss, boss-boss-the boss The boss, boss-boss-the boss Boss-boss-the boss, boss-boss-the boss And shawty straight diggin' me, and I ain't even rich I know you niggas on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?" I'm on my job, ay and I ain't gettin' off 'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross) Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra Call that other lame for the walks in the parks I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dawg We straight Gs' then we came here to ball Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all Then we off to that Chevy, fire it up, we takin' off Baby, slow it down 'cause you movin' too fast Your ass too fine to be movin' too fast (Hol' up) Back to the thuggin', now I'm sippin' sizzurp All my niggas love it, baby that's my wizzerd Stack for the jeans, five bones for the shizzerts I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far You can tell by the shones that's standin' by the car I got a fresh line-up, yeah, a fresh outfit 'Bout to have the parkin' lot on smash Plus I got a Chevy with a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta 'cause) I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the, I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far, hey I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far 'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ey, yeah, uh, uh, haha, yeah Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the, I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far I'm the, I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far

DJ Khaled Cash Money, Young Money We The Best, Khaled I got you Welcome to my hood Where the hood at? (Huh) Where the hood at? (Uh-huh) YMCMB (Rozay) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood Audemar on my wrist, diamonds look like they glowin' 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowin' Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat them like jack boys, catch them slippin' then slay them Lord, forgive me for my sins That's my confessions, if they put me in this Benz I got possession of a federal offense I'm talkin' pressure in my criminal intent (Uh) So wear ya vests and I'm still gon' stunt like it ain't no tomorrow Fuck ya house note, nigga, blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Told you, We The Best forever, DJ Khaled handle that (Huh) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Noriega I'm talkin' Noriega, nigga, the real Noriega If you ain't from the hood, bitch, then stop impersonatin' us And tell Congress when you see 'em, bitch, I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers? Some of 'em on house arrest, some of 'em on child support Some of 'em did they bid, the other half waitin' to go to court Mr. Landlord, we gon' bust your ass with that eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talkin' strip clubs, I'm talkin' liquor stores We throwin' money 'round here, but y'all can Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Yeah) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood (Uh-huh) Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (I got Mac in this bitch with me) Welcome to my hood (Scoob Doo in this bitch with me) They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop (I'm goin' in) That's the sound of the police in my hood Bitch, I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time flies, but mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23 Tell the warden kiss my ass, pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital, hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happened to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see no body like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewed up, check the thread count Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Uh) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh (Young Mula baby) Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (YMCMB) Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch (Khaled I gotcha!) And everybody know this is the hot spot (Mama I got 'em) Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop I say fuck the police in my hood

Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo' N.W.A, I bet you ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire (boss) A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care When we handle our business, sorry, they were never there I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tuck A nigga, young and rich, who feel like can't be touched Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef I'm in a heli-chopper staring at the boat docks Good weather, good weather means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry on When I touch your city you should see how hoes, carry on Bitch, what's my name? Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain, hoe better wear your poncho To seek me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking funny, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first start up Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga