Wussup sho nuff boy [Big Marc] I'm comin down with the key to Decatur East Atlanta slash writer Heavy grinda for paper City slicker heavy weight in the game Froze wish they ear lobes heavy weight in my chain Hittin the game where you niggaz be slackin' Got the dro for the lo that what my niggaz be sackin' My shell toes peddle chevys and boles White leathers on the cutlass with mahogany flos I'm riding through oakhurst coated like starburst Candy paint glisten lookin greasy like bratwurst the dude on my jersey is greatly deceased You rested in peace for snitchin to Decatur police Servin niggaz with a ghetto subpoena Got that A-Town stompin' back in Phillips Arena I'm passin hoes like collection plates And keep a broad on my squad who on section 8 (Oh!) [Sho'Nuff] Yeah, ok, yeah, ok They gon love me after this one To all my trap niggaz and dro smokers Keep the strippers stay focus Pussy poppin and rollin Cuz all I wear is hats wit A's Shoppin at malls White tees, Cartiers Jeans creased up straight out the cleaners Plus my George Jefferson strut and my southern demeanor When they see me when I speak my slang Everybody wanna know my name (Sho 'nuff) I was born in Atlanta, raised in Decatur Where we pushin' LeSabres and blow like inhalers Say he kinda skinny wit a full size jimmy Ay man I got broads in different cities Like gimme gimme They used to treat me like Urkel the nerd Now they flock when the see my LeBrons on the curb See my upholstery it got women approachin me Some look like they too old for me TVs hangin' appropriately [Milwaukee Black] Its major way baby, see I told you was gon luv me When you see me in the 6 tre drop And I tell you that the price of the worth just dropped I let the thing go pop I caught buddy round there snitchin off to the cops And the game don't stop (don't stop) You tried to see my dough You better see this 4 (get it) I'm 31 and my rappin is done I gotta million dollar company to run (bitch) [Sho'Nuff] Cuz I smoke like you A min and some blu I find 'em lick 'em, split 'em, roll 'em just like you (yep!) In XXL murder dawg ya Source, I'm vice I'm rollin stones and lay be the wisest homie [Big Marc] I'm grand hustlin disturbin the peace I'm so def puttin organized noise in the street I'm smokin earth tones chong and cheech you beat you meat at home While I bone your freak (oh!) Oh! I told ya, you gon love me! Bridge: (2x) Its Da Back Wudz slammin through ya back hood We got dem thangs that'll make Shaq act hood Known we but dem shiny thangs on the lac hood Known do a lil' dance if they act good [Outro] Major Way, D-Decatur, D-Decatur What you kno bout bout the back wudzzzz, it's the shit bitch! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com