Rokkin' (feat. Tim Gates)

You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now Crushed ice, two cups Shoutout to Texas, I'm still bangin' that screwed up They call me exclusive, a.k.a. Mr. New Stuff Nine ringing, got the whole city juiced up I'm on my Uncle Snoop shit, rocking blue Chucks I jump on the instrumental, and leave it bruised up They say, "Life's a bitch, and it's too short" I ran with my young bitch, bumpin' Too $hort Two-two iPhones, three prepaid Lil' momma phone last night, call in and ask for a replay Young made nigga, with them billion-dollar plans To make all of my fellows a million dollar man You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now First two, what they do man These shades here run me two grand Guess you could say I pay for crystal clear view man Them young niggas be like, "Dolph, you the truth man" Got your girl a CD, now she a new fan Skrilla Squad, we a family, not a crew man 501's in a pair of these square Ju-just left the store and bought three pair I'm in my own lane, I got my own slang When it come to ball, I drop straight flames You oughta know by now, you rockin' with one of the illest I'ma wait around the boat and point blank period You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now (Paper Route) I need a firefighter, fight me when I get behind the mic Shouts to motherfucking much, the sun, the moon, it's full of light Never wanted to be made, it's just that money that I like My new name is Rod Rondeaux, only talk when the price is right Man, I swear that I'm a fool Fuck your wife out of your sheets and I swear that shit is cool I swear, I'm so disrespectful, but I can't help it All I drive is two-seaters, they say I'm so selfish Super clinic, call me, Mr. Where you get that? Different color diamonds, Prises on mismatch Hurt a nigga's feelings, but I don't give a fuck A white boy in the woods, I'm all about them bucks You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now