Big Meech (Dady 2 Tounes Beat)

Beethoven on the tracks

The blowin' wind is fast on this side, ****

Catch up, ****, catch up

I think I'm sick of this

Larry Hoover, whippin' punk

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

I think I'm diggin' this

Larry Hoover, whoo

Gettin' work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

My world's waste, fuckin' black

I'll meet ya out

Fallin' in the club

Bottoms up, I'll meet ya out

Rose, that's my nickname

Cocaine runnin' in my thick vein

Self-made, you just affiliated

I built it ground up

You bought it renovated

Talkin' blingin' capers, nothing's fitting

Twenty-two playin' in the same bitch that I'm penetrating

On the bottoms up

Where my gum rest

Where the fuckin' demons

Where my dogs dead

Huh

I got that archie bumper

In the zone wide, I just might charge ya double

I think I'm diggin' this

Larry Hoover, whoo

Gettin' work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

I think I'm diggin' this

Larry Hoover, whoo

Gettin' work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy

Stunt so hard, make them come and die with me

I think I'm diggin' this

Look at my mad piece

It's another year

I'm here at your lease

Look at yourself

Now look at me

You can't see a thing

I'm what you used to be

Look at it this way

You **** star-crossed

Always getting money

My **** prime pay

So fuck a ****

I'm self-made

You a sucker ****

I'm self-made

It's for my broke ****

It's for my rich ****

Got a hundred on the head of a snitch ****

I think I'm diggin' this

Get work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Real **** gettin' money from the beach

Larry Hoover, gettin' work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

You're 36, hoes leave you bleedin

Family worth a kilo grand

Blunt tips, armors like caviar

Robbin' out, fishtail in Subaru

Rally car, out the passenger

Lettin' the hoarder mad at y'all

For that girl, I'll knock your mommy and your daddy off

Fuck around, I'll knock the emblem on that carrier

More shooters walkin' out, lookin' at your stash, dawg

And did I mention

Guns, phones, rare evidence

Nine mil, 50 clippin' things

Hoes look like bastards in their hoods

I'm flippin' on it

And the money's like shit

I'm sickin' on it

I think I'm diggin' this

Get work

Hallelujah, one nation

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

I think I'm diggin' this

Larry Hoover

Gettin' work

Hallelujah, Larry Hoover

I'm the god, real ****

Gettin' money from the fuckin' stars

Stars

Stars

Stars