That N***a (feat. Jay Ant)

Uh, I'm feelin' like that nigga, I'm feelin like I am Okay, yeah I'm back again, so pop it for pimp This ain't a different situation, I'm fresh for the occasion Nigga stale as hell, got work online call it AOL Oops I mean AOB, Why do they hate on me? Cause I go indo, I don't ever leave no vacancy Won't ever see no fake in me, the rich won't allow it I get green like a? Call me 6 speed, homie, peep the kick steez Homie so cold freeze, homie hell naw he don't know me like Reeboks I'm three hot I came up from nothing now I'm high as tree tops I'm hot like a furnace, get ripped like a burn disc I'm somewhere with your bitch, and I'll make her turn tricks, Bitch! Play the gang on the radio, nigga that's word up like a cameo, Ay! Okay I'm back again, go head pop it for pimp This ain't a different situation, I'm fresh for the occasion Whip color Caucasian, chainsaw buzzing big y'all niggas just tazin', Tzz! Top ten, no? in that, got yo' bitch bringing it back like she rented it And I'm takin' it all in pussy open put my dick I think it's September the way it fall in, Like Uhh! Yeah bitch, how it feel to kick it with a future millionaire bitch Tick tick, bomb, tick tick, bomb Rollin' up joints, the size of patons High as a hill, wanna fly less go Suzy throw them ill kick backs No retro, petrol, gassin', like a bomb burp Man we bringing big bands bitch, no concert