Brothas and sistas, it is time to rejoice. Yeah. Have no fear. It's Young Black Brotha records, baby

All we do

Is think of ways of make it hot, make it hot

And Lord knows it's true

It's bout that time we blow the spot, blow the spot

I got a cousin named Pookie

Fat ****, gold tooth with dozens zookie

Fly wife, two kids and he moves keys

Got popped in the dirty south by his own folks

Watch ya back y'all, jealousy is everywhere

And all y'all should know that you the sharpest thang that God has made

Why trip on anybody else, it's yo thang

It's yo thang

All we do

Is think of ways of make it hot, make it hot

And Lord knows it's true

It's bout that time we blow the spot, blow the spot

See my folks name is Landa

Started sexing at an early age, I wonder

Why it ended up like it did for her

Troubled mind cause her daddy used to fund her

Here she comes now, twistin' in the mental

Started stripping at the age of 21 though

Y'all know what's next, the whole stroll

That's the way it often goes in this game now

Kick back to some coganc and good weed

Put the pedal to the metal as you get keyed

Cause here's a lil sum that you don't wanna miss

Kick back, it goes like this, it goes like this

All we do

Is think of ways of make it hot, make it hot

And Lord knows it's true

It's bout that time we blow the spot, blow the spot

I took a trip to the graveyard, hear me now

With my good don Hen y'all

Sat down at The Mac grave, said "What's up, young cuddie"

Ima kick back and bust sum for you

Play a phat tune and sang a little bit man

Cried a little bit and got up outta there

On the way home I seen a super saucy sista so I mashed her

To the right lane, hittin' in the corner quickly

Stopped at the light, said "What's up, young lady"

Smokin' on some endo

I was slammin' Pimp Shit by Mac Mall tho

Never on the fo do, got low pros

Hittin' on the 850 but you don't know

All ya do is run your mouth and keeps them outta yours name in your game

Hittin' on your girl, boy you must be insane

Mama taught us better so through the stormy weather we gon chill and maintain

Praise Gods name and kick this game

All we do

Is think of ways of make it hot, make it hot

And Lord knows it's true

It's bout that time we blow the spot, blow the spot

All we do

Is think of ways of make it hot, make it hot

And Lord knows it's true

It's bout that time we blow the spot, blow the spot

We comin' through, Young Black Brotha records. Do ya thang. Let ya light shine. Shine the light on yourself, ain't that what you say, Sleep? Yeah. Hope y'all doin' cool, hope you doin' real. Got a lil money in ya pocket. At least a few dollaz you know what I'm sayin'. And try to get ya car fixed. Whatever it is, take that, fuckin it up up your tapes and what not. Don't worry about it baby, it's gon be alright. Yeah, keep ya head up

Where my folks at, in the Bay

Where my folks at, down south

Where my folks at, back east

Where my folks at, in the Bay

Bless y'all (Fosho). Yeah, one time, one time from the heart. We gon dedicate this to 2Pac, Makaveli, yeah. I won't deny it, I won't deny it. Love you man. You done touched all our lives, you know what I'm sayin'. We gon also dedicate this to everybody that's really, really tryna do it and tryna put it down against all odds. You know what I'm sayin'. Da Unda Dogg, that's right, Coolio. You know, what's up, tryna do it like that man. All the folks in the penitentiary locked down, you know, all the single mothers, tryna raise them children. We love y'all for real, from the heart. All my ****

All we do...