(特に意味はない)

Make you **** do the cha-cha with the music, huh

Music, I abuse it, I'm addicted, huh

So tell me if anyone was offended

I don't know any beat that won't fit me

I don't know no fear, I won't fear me

I don't know a bitch that won't feel me

I don't know a single joint that won't fill me up, up, up, up

I'm 'bout to win this shit up front

Better the fitness, feel it in the core

Better to finish, better in the gum

Better the business when it's in the store

You a vamp, but pray to the lord, ****, don't be foolish, huh

Laugh at me, finna cool you, for real

Young **** just pulled out the dualies, huh

Then I pull out the whole squad, huh

I'm in this bitch goin' fully, huh

Get the .11, how the squad?

To get the mic, you need a stoolie, yeah

She gon' hear my— huh, huh

I am that boy, yeah, I'm boolin'

Finna take her ass to the spa, huh

Then I take her ass to the movies

I'm J Dilla in the lot, in the A.E. doin'— uh

Flex in their face, screamin', "Yeah, star," huh

Got a strong arm like Louis

Thought I was through it like some Pocky, huh

Finnessin' for the Hot Pocket, yeah

Lil' boy, you need to stop it

Put your arm out (Yeah), ****, pop lock it

I built a bridge in this shit so y'all better pay me my respect

Yeah, I'm comin' for your neck, ****, you is next, hope that makes sense

Or I could just break it down, y'all **** need to hear the sound, huh

We could go rack-for-rack, or band-for-band, or round-for-round

I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys)

Uh, I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys, "Get up")

Tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell these lil' boys, "Get up")

Uh, y'all **** just keep fuckin' up, yeah (Y'all fuckin' up)

I tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)

I told these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)

Tell these lil' boys, "Get up" (Tell that boy)

Uh, you **** just keep fuckin' up, yeah (Tell that boy)

Yeah, huh

Then I pull out the whole squad, huh

I'm in this bitch goin fully, huh

Get the .11, how the squad?

To get the mic, you need a stoolie, yeah

She gon' hear my— huh, huh

I am that boy, yeah, I'm boolin'

Finna take her ass to the spa, huh

Then I take her ass to the movies (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

I'm J Dilla in the lot (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

In the A.E. doin'— uh (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

Flex in their face, screamin', "Yeah, star," huh (Tell these boys, "Get up")

Got a strong arm like Louis (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

Thought I was through it like some Pocky, huh (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

Finnessin' for the Hot Pocket, yeah (Tell these boys, "Get up," "Get up")

Lil' boy, you need to stop it (Tell these boys, "Get up")

Put your arm out, ****, pop lock it