[Sean Price]
Ya'll m************ do it for the love of the rap
I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack
Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat
Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack
Stop, y'all n***** brand new to the game
My gun blow lead, two in ya brain
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up
Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck
That was forever, my n**** Sean Price the boss
Slap n***** talking about a Mike Tyson loss
I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss
Plus a gold s*****er, four clapper, lights is off
None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack
And it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back
Ya'll n***** got hand skills, but can y'all brawl with a gat
Rosa Park n***** callin' it back, Sean P
[Chorus: Sean Price]
One two y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat y'all, when the drums drop
It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock
One two y'all, and you don't quit
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate
One two y'all, and you don't stop
Cuz you won't stop, and I don't stop
[Sean Price]
On the fourth of July, Jamaican n***** rock corduroy shorts
Sip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts
Drunk and high, skunk and tie
Pop's did Tango & Cash, just once every dime
While followers path, try'nna straighten demolish staff
Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya a**
Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props"
I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P
Trained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest
Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh
You can bullshit with rap if you want
f*** bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump
f*** ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette
Play lean, acting ignorant
Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' s***
Still maintain, entertain, still getting it
[Chorus]
[Sean Price]
I got a glock with a clock on the top
So when you pop it or not, you know what m***********' time it is
Ya girl, on the top of my c***, you feel the snot in the box
You like, 'that b****, grimey, kid'
Curious George n***** need to mind they biz
For I f*** around and find your crib
Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four
Get on some disrespectful s***, and start groping ya w****
She got c**e in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the a**
I pulled it out the crack of her a**
[Chorus]
Ya'll m************ do it for the love of the rap
I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack
Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat
Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack
Stop, y'all n***** brand new to the game
My gun blow lead, two in ya brain
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up
Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck
That was forever, my n**** Sean Price the boss
Slap n***** talking about a Mike Tyson loss
I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss
Plus a gold s*****er, four clapper, lights is off
None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack
And it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back
Ya'll n***** got hand skills, but can y'all brawl with a gat
Rosa Park n***** callin' it back, Sean P
[Chorus: Sean Price]
One two y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat y'all, when the drums drop
It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock
One two y'all, and you don't quit
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate
One two y'all, and you don't stop
Cuz you won't stop, and I don't stop
[Sean Price]
On the fourth of July, Jamaican n***** rock corduroy shorts
Sip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts
Drunk and high, skunk and tie
Pop's did Tango & Cash, just once every dime
While followers path, try'nna straighten demolish staff
Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya a**
Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props"
I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P
Trained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest
Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh
You can bullshit with rap if you want
f*** bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump
f*** ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette
Play lean, acting ignorant
Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' s***
Still maintain, entertain, still getting it
[Chorus]
[Sean Price]
I got a glock with a clock on the top
So when you pop it or not, you know what m***********' time it is
Ya girl, on the top of my c***, you feel the snot in the box
You like, 'that b****, grimey, kid'
Curious George n***** need to mind they biz
For I f*** around and find your crib
Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four
Get on some disrespectful s***, and start groping ya w****
She got c**e in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the a**
I pulled it out the crack of her a**
[Chorus]