Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Vocals
Juvenile
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
T. Freeman
Songwriter
T. Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juvenile
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Sinista
Producer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
UTP in the buildin' (Come on)
Sinista on the motherfuckin' track, ****
[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin' my ass
I just cooked up, and the tube was fulled up
I sold my whole thing 'cause my dude and them pulled up
[Verse 3]
They talkin' about a **** like a hurricane forecast
Boy kinda ignorant but we could move the coke fast
To hell with the talkin', ****, we could go do it
The package right here, ****, let's roll through it
[Verse 4]
I'm down south bred, that's what my mom and my daddy say
Acts like New York, and smoke kush the Cali way
Gutter, I hustled the corner, cuts, and alleyways
Word mean nothin' to me, I'm goin' that-a-way
[Verse 5]
I got a dynasty, and I ain't throwin' that away
I've been investin' my rhyme up on my strategy
And I don't feel that it's time to put the strap away
It's either that or just I'm full of that Alizé
[Verse 6]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These UTP ****, we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia **** we rock like that
[Verse 7]
You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
[Verse 8]
I don't cut no corners, jip for no figures
I ain't kissin' no ass, to live with no ****
I don't need this rap shit, bitch, I'm in these streets
When Cash Money didn't pay me, I still got sleep
[Verse 9]
Get capped, you're on the phone, tell her I need the teeth
To set the **** up to get his Jesus piece
She used to run it with Nate Dean, now she's a beast
Got her daughter selling pussy for a G at least
[Verse 10]
I move a lil' work, ain't nothin' to brag on
Somethin' to keep me nice, and my homie to tag on
Twenty-four inch shoes on the wagon
And I got shit poppin' in my hood, and I'm that strong
[Verse 11]
Fiends keep smokin', please don't quit
You want another hit? Fiend on this
But watch it, the gun is under the shirt, now
My lean loving me will keep sending the work down
[Verse 12]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These UTP ****, we rock like that
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These Magnolia **** we rock like that
[Verse 13]
You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
[Verse 14]
Keep it trill, keep it gansta, pimpin', keep it one hunnid
For a **** beat and got killed, and I'm the one who done it
I'm in H-Town baby, the home of the ho sale
Where **** don't just give you a brick
They give you the whole deal
[Verse 15]
Drug deals goin' down at ten dollar motels
Keep it on the down low, 'cause somebody might go tell
Like it, get you want you need, just have your mill'
And send your people 'round here
So I can get some more sale
[Verse 16]
Know that I got more ya=yo than most **** goin'
I'm gettin' it from the same **** bringing all the 'dro in
I'm 'bout to get it dropped off, I'ma let you know when
(Shit, I'm tryna spend like, fifty with ya, dawg)
Shit, for sure then
[Verse 17]
Bring your money with you, counted and wrapped up
And move like your supposed to be movin' because we strapped up
Don't get yourself clapped up for no reason
'Cause we won't hesitate when it come down to the squeezin'
[Verse 18]
We rock like that 'cause we rock like that
These third coast ****, we rock like that
'Cause we rock like that, 'cause we rock like that
These Rap-A-Lot **** we rock like that
[Verse 19]
You can get it quick to your head, homeboy
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
You can get it quick to your head, lil' mama
I don't think you wanna fuck with me
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, T. Freeman, T. Gray