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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prof
Prof
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Anderson
J. Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dillon Parker
Dillon Parker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooo Ooo Ah, can you hit me one time? (hey, hey) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (well alright, come on) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (hey, oh-oh, hey) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker, alright (Alright!) Ah, can you hit me two times? (okay) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (okay) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (don't lie) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker alright (alright) Yeah, ah, when I'm back from jail, I want the party popping (yep) Already boppin', city buzzin', they already talkin' (no shit) Uh, they be gawkin' and hе jockin' (woo) I'm skunk drunk walking one-eye, Fеtty Wappin' Let me talk my shit Business lunch, and I brownout at Denny's Wanna kick it with the goons, you better have an alibi ready Let me introduce you to my pal, my machete I'm gettin' down on my Dougie Make sure my Maltesers' ready (hey-eh-eh-eh, hoo) Heh, huh Beefin' with me is a mistake Bro, I know you smell different when you aren't awake (let's go) They will speak and mention me among the greats (yap) I'm battin' one thousand Shit, bitch, what does it take?! (shittt) I'm 'bout to break in there, steal all your shit I'm a cutthroat (let's go, let's go, let's go) With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of some muscle (let's go, let's go, let's go!) Ah, can you hit me one time? (hey, hey) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (well alright, come on) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (hey, oh-oh, hey) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker, alright (alright) Ah, can you hit me two times? (okay) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (okay) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (don't lie) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker alright (alright) I'ma Get my Fuckin' fill A ric-a-bamboo I'ma move for the kill A ric-a-bamboo I'ma move to Brazil Got the brutes and the clique Got the juice, got the drip I'll be outside I'll be polite I wanna fight I want a Canada Dry Somebody lie Look at they try I think that they should resign I'm outta my mind, throw me some lanes I'll come at 'em one at a time I'm at my prime Anyway, look at the time I've been through some shit You just can't block it out I'ma hop out, run them jewels Empty them pockets out You got a problem, bro? We can talk it out after I'm done fighting with the cook at the Waffle House I'm 'bout to break in there, steal all your shit I'm a cutthroat (let's go, let's go, let's go) With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of some muscle (let's go, let's go, let's go!) Ah, can you hit me one time? (hey, hey) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (well alright, come on) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (hey, oh-oh, hey) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker, alright (alright) Ah, can you hit me two times? (okay) Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy (okay) Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie (don't lie) Uh, uh, ah motherfucker alright (alright) I'm in my bag, like the lunch Got the swag, got the funk Would you pass up the blunt Livin' fast and fun What do you wanna do? (Woo-yeah, yuh) Skadooce Yeah I'm in my bag, like the lunch Got the swag, got the funk Could you pass up the blunt Livin' fast and fun What do you wanna do? (Woo-uh) Skadooce
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