D-Boyz - Intellectual

[Intro]

I got Spitta hot Spitta in the building with me mane

Who ever thought he'd be chilling with me mane

And since he make millions with me mane

Come on make millions with me

Cause I tote, and I bang

Police try to stop but they can't

So fuck the law, nigga and fuck the po'

I thug vicious bitch I'm from Hollygrove

Who that is? Weezy F. Baby

Please say the baby

Please, baby, please say the baby

Please say the baby

I'm a Hollygrove nigga got the 17th in me

Pussy ass niggas bring the 17th out me

If ever he doubt me, he could do better

Prolly leaping off a mountain

Turning the gun around and skeet-skeeting in your mouth and

South man, outstanding flow

Ready for the drama like Knots Landing hoe

Bada-bam-bing, hoe

Weezy do his thing, hoe

You don't need Websters to know what the bling-bling for

Checking in the Four Seasons gotta have a neat hoe

Cause I'm a neat freak and mama she freak me

Mama a freaknik like 1993

And like she probably be the wife that you go to sleep with

Holla at me on some creep shit

I be like, I don't feel like fucking but I could do ya sweet lips

I'm running through my box of Sweets I need some more Tez

Cash Money, Young Money that's more cash

Chyea, chyea, this is a dedication to the streets

The gangstas, the hood, the fallen soldiers

To the down ass chicks that keep it in the slums

You smell that?

Big shouts to Hollygrove

Can't forget Magnolia Projects

It's Gangsta Grillz you bastards