[Intro]

9-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-9-1...

A.K.A. Pillsbury Doe Boy

Ay, ay Droop-E, turn it up

Doe boy

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]

I'm a D-boy, so I'm known for having dough, boy

From the U-Block to the showroom floor, boy

Hustle boy, to the hood I branch out

Any given second I run through pow wow

Cash out, whatever appeals

We all got murders or attempts to kill

Get on the motor and I wanna flambose

364, your boy got can doses

Can't pick game, forever the squad

Know God love me but I live by the mob

Keep it up, your boy ain't work for years

But I got a couple stocks, money come quite often

Shop with amnesia, forget about the price

[?] never wear the same thing twice

A kingpin, financial icon

My monеy clips hit with Benjamin Franklins

[Interlude: E-40]

Throwing money in the crowd

Tеaring up hundred dollar bills

Box Chevys, 707, your lye supply

Hella coasts are clear, candy paint

Throwing up them greens

Hillside bitch!

[Verse 2: E-40]

Not too many dents, not too much bundles

Gouda stretched long, money tall like Mutombo

When I put it in the shop, they thought I wouldn't do it

Paint so wet, look like vagina for me

Riding donk, doing my job

M.T.X. speakers, outrageous throb

When you pull up at the club, they let us park in the front

Everywhere I go, they let me in with my [?]

A selection of a top hat, jewelry, man, I got that

Real estate, bout that, haters need to stop that

D-Boy, I be pushing a lot

Was more than a hustler, your crew can [?]

My lil homies don't listen

FN 57, all my piercing ammunition

Spend most my time in the kitchen

Stepping on the yola, whipping cooking flea flip

[Interlude: B-Legit]

Get money, I'm a stunna, man

I'm a boss, turf, turf

Turf boy, something for strikes

Six-foot representative, got pounds of work

Shot caller, baby

Mob shit, yeah

[Verse 3: B-Legit]

D-boy, dope boy, I go boy

Show boy, hard white to draw boy

You know boy, shot caller, keep toys

The L-Roy, pop shots to these boys

The mooses in your area, watch the game, you'll spin it

Boss lieutenant, still in it, been a minute

Now how that sound? Like peace slips and car keys

Ten bricks and two peas, it's just cheese

I freeze the wrist, I'm in love with that money, bitch

You can keep the kiss, my aim is this

D-Boy, get dough, have mo [?]

And I'm blaming this game on the, game in the

Papered up in his frames, his frame

And the coupe right behind them tints

Doe boy

[Outro]

Doe boy, doe boy, doe boy