[Intro]
Yeah yeah Chuck Clasik on the track and J'sar on it
Niggas acting like they don't want to turn the music up
Niggas acting like they don't want to blow a speaker out or something
[Verse 1: J'sar]
Blunt smokers, puff choke up
The bitches that I pull, they be posing on posters
Live action, climaxes
Closed door meetings with dimes defines passion
J'sar, the rap nigga we pass liquors
Get mad twisted and don't wake up
Until the afternoon we stayed up through the A.M
My record in the sound deck the only way you'll play him
But pay him or otherwise its middle fingers, who lit the weed up
Security 'a try to flip us have our feet up
We V.I.P.'ers so we don't give a
We give 'em, cold shoulder shivers, nigga
I'm on to something y'all niggas just on something
Keep on fronting, end up in a hold, throw a rose on it
On a sunny day I throw a little gold on it
With the diamond reflection it'll blind you in seconds
[Hook: J'sar]
These motherfuckers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up
Uh uh uh uh uh
These motherfuckers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up
Uh uh uh uh uh
These motherfuckers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up
Uh uh uh uh uh
These motherfuckers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up
Uh uh uh uh uh
[Verse 2: J'sar]
Smooth style crooked smilers
We making albums we make it big you hate the outcome
They used to doubt us now they surround us
Everywhere we go we see stranger that can tell you everything about us
Now that's living you just a witness just like a snitch is
I bet when shit get real you start to chirpin'
Just like a bird will my flow the swine flu
Should I remind you, if you hot that makes me you times two
Chuck Clasik reynolds wrapped it soon as he tracked it
Me, I'm J'sar, not your average rapper
I'm fitted capped up in the back of a black truck
A duck wiping nut off her lip before we pulled up
I hop out like and what feeling like Sampson
Incredible Hulk minus Hypnotic, Henny be on the rocks
You send a shot we send a shot don't be stupid
Play it cool whenever you maneuver near the cops
[Hook]
[Verse 3: J'sar]
Drug dealers, thugs, killers
Real niggas and cool cats who want riches
And plus bitches who want riches they gold diggers
But no sista no spend'a no trick'a
It's in my genes like denim to get up in 'em
If I give 'em anything that's prostitution, that's illegal
I keep a clean palm to show to the law
While my fingernails is dirty they can't see 'em at all
Masterminds, the plot thickens we rock Timberlands
Whip cars exotic emblems
Talk digits and talk often
You talk losses then talk coffins we no nonsense
One for the blocka two for the locked up three for the flossers
Who wrist be rocked up this for the chain and the watches
This for the pros and the niggas who don't know shit
Who learn it all from rap music keep taking notes kid