Young Buck Follow

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficker
See, didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate

You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed but at least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie, just take it and get

They gave big Paul life but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though, from what I left behind

Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga, the streets finna eat, yeah

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Hey, remember standin' in the trap with 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirate
That nigga who ordered that quarter ki ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or more and I ain't even fly yet

Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mil, well, big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'

Get it, how he used to live and keep on fakin' for the women
In life, we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot, drug dealin'

Seen daily on the block, need yay, we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself 'cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block with rock to standin' on the top

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Let's go, 1 for the bread and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, damn right, it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, Kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O

Ain't nothin' to a G, shit, I been here before
L.A. hoop, nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga, I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss

I sold two million records and half a million O's
Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks
You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't for real
Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mil

Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and motherfuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's thug motivation for your motherfuckin' ass
Wassup?

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young nigga havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws