Yo! - Bambazi

Bang (What's this?) This thing right here is for the clubs I want y'all to get on up Uh, uh, uh, aha Greg N I C E I'm in the house, turn it out, no doubt, no doubt Pyscho Les is in the house Beatnuts is all up in the house, uh Big Ju is all up in the house A mega lover, double Manny is all up in the house We turn it out, we turn it out, we turn it out out out Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Aiyyo, the heat from the 'Nuts' is traditional You taking cheap shots, it's subliminal I'm dissin' you straight up Wrinkle your face up Actin' like you can't feel me, yo This is pay back, smash your single and your video Put the Tech to your neck and force a story out of ya Snuffed your producer and drop kicked your choreographer (Hwa) Honey's scream, "What?" We they see me jumpin' out the money green truck Into the club, so we can tear it up Like the 3-6, sippin' on sum syrup And Mozarella sticks for dessert I make beats like presto Platinum hits like this grow Bustin' shots in your projecto, like Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit 120 mil an episode like Seinfeld She tryin' act like her shit don't smell Can't beat, for losin' niggaz be jel Comin' through wit my click on my coat tail Pump a lil' weight so I'm not frail Sittin' back poppin' shit on my Nextel Sun goin' down, now time to spark an L Do it for the kids like Kenan and Kel Big Psych, pass ya man the Visine Eyes blood shine from puffin' that green Stay amped up without the caffeine It's just me, myself, and Irene Brush your, brush your breath wit Dentene Rock my blue jeans like Bruce Springsteen Bitches on my dick, it's just a small thing Oh, the heat is on, baby, baby Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit Say What? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit Junkyard bodyguard? Never god, party hard Niggaz wanna see me in the club, got the rowdy squad Corona niggaz don't play, at least me niggaz Gun tottin' maniacs wit the rotten livers Holdin' it down, blowin' it down That's my word everywhere we go know it's your crown Put the boogie in your ass for free Your gurl's stickin' out her ass at me I'm Big Ju that's how it has to be Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit Uh, who turned the heat up? Oh, so hot in here, oh, I need to know Who turned the heat up? Oh, so hot in here, oh oh Big Psych, y'all, is on fire, Juju now, is on fire Pito now is on fire, Loud Records is on fire True Blue now, is on fire I can't take it, somebody is on fire Now work it out, now Work it out now Work it out now Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit

Got em all like, yaw Like, yaw Got em all like, yaw Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Blowin Scooby-Doo Got em all like jinkeez Hundred thousand dollars Jumpin out da Range My lil bitch she bad We bout to blow some change Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Got something for deyy azz If niggaz acting iffy I got that heater on me I keep that blicky with me This here for all my hustlers Up in that kitchen whippin Just dropped that new Bambazi I know yall niggaz listening Got em like who this nigga My flow be off the chain Just ask your baby mama I bet she know my name See the Smoke Shop we winning And I cannot complain We running up them numbers Big money on my brain I get it how I get it These suckaz wish they was lit But I do what they didn't Because I'm bout my digits Act up and get the semi You'll go before I'm finished B.more, I represent it You know we bout that business Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my chain Got these suckaz mad I put deyy azz to shame Man I just had to get it Big money on my brain These haters looking hungry But I cannot complain Toe to toe he a winner Eat your whole crew for dinner The globe in his fingers Tokyo he's Godzilla Wipe the floor with your writtens Make a hoe of your Mrs Control my intentions My flows unrestricted A veteran Chopping checks with every word I'm lettering Benevolent Kerosene leaking from my legend pen They scattering fish when I appear like a pelican They fear my intelligence Appearing like a terrorist Ya boy buy the bar like he got coupons Chain a hoola hoop with a Gucci suit on Flyer than a goose These bitches need to move on Wherever I go we're ice cold You're luke warm So independent He got it, He spend it It's nothing got more Wrist colder than the winter You know he's a pro And you're just a beginner Posing little nigga, like you is a winner Fans all up in my ear, yeah Haters only hate cuz dey scared, yeah Doing this for a couple years, yeah But they are only famous when you care, yeah Clean lyrics and I switch it, yeah Holy soul so I don't fear, yeah Gucci belt around my hips, yeah Did you know this nigga was the shit, yeah Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my chain Got these suckaz mad I put deyy azz to shame Man I just had to get it Big money on my brain These haters looking hungry But I cannot complain