Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot)

Ear Drummers My posse on Bouldercrest Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it Me and my gang at home away from home In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone It's calling up the posse, it's time to get ripping And if they get to tripping, then we shooting like the Pistons (rah) Everybody looking if you jealous, turn around These 26 inches got us so high off the ground The Forgiato rims, they're skinny as the tires My system sounding good, but I need the volume higher The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb Rolling Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle I'm the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham Headed up to Bouldercrest, we 'bout to start flexin' The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin' back Scarr, he in the Birdie, got two bitches in his lap On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead We need a new street, so posse move ahead We all dripping in ice, the crew you can't forget The So Icey Boys and we rippin' up the set My posse's on Bouldercrest My posse's on Bouldercrest (Mike WiLL Made-It) The cash is rollin' in, my posse's gettin' bored There's not another posse with more points scored We stone-cold criminals, we flex like big gorillas We not the average artist, bitch, we certified killers I spent a million dollars just for diamonds on my teeth And every time they see 'em, make their girls get weak People think we crazy, some think that we are funny But it ain't hard to tell that we make a lot of money We clocking all the dollars, we rock a lot of gold The other crews mad 'cause we fucking all they hoes Woodland, Custer Ave, me and my crew are thugs And they so full of drugs, they may never sober up And I'm a dope man and the pack just dropped If you ain't tryna cop, then this Phantom won't stop At Boulevard and Moreland the driver broke left And Shiesty shouted "Bouldercrest, it's time to get def" My girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best She's lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress The closer that we get, the crazier I feel My posse on Bouldercrest, it's time to get ill Certified, I'm that lil' nigga that make big ones pay respects CGE, 1017, covered in choppas and baguettes We just flew one of they niggas, tryna see who gon' be next Soon as I burn up this steamer, take me where I parked the 'Vette Why he keep talkin' like he gangster? Cook him, put him to the test My opps don't never show they background, know I'll send some' where they at Them pigs can ask a million questions, still won't get me to say shit It ain't no tellin' who got shot, if you don't know, you never slid And they can't act like they don't Know me, remember I flew out your bitch I take they Rollies and their chains, nigga, I'm the reason you hide your wrist For real menace, been causin' hell, I done did shit you can't forget I got glizzies around the globe, it ain't shit to get to them sticks 1017, livin' a dream, come eat with us, we'll get you rich My posse's on Bouldercrest My posse's on Bouldercrest My posse's on Bouldercrest My posse's on Bouldercrest