文本歌词

Written by：T. Mosley/M Barcliff/Moses Barrett III
It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that
Let's take you back where the original Tim the bird at
I got sh*t here to make you down on twelve pack
Call Rudy tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon we balling y'all
Where my cats think you feel me at
Alla y'all and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get to Virginia VA link up with Timbaland
Now I'm busting they a**
Now they calling me the incredible man
I'ma sh*t it sick like yeahhh
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some du rag it's' bout to be the all that is
New broad new day new cars new motherf**king deal
Heyyyyyy
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward
Check me out in my black trans am dipping on that man who that be
Tim ba land now haters wanna get at me
Just because we three brothers dipping in the fly ride
He don't care though ni**a we just three fly guys
All up in your local mall picking all your local broads
Holla if you wanna get into a local brawl
We the in timidators y'all in timidated
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Lowriders bzz bzzt hitting on switches
As we pass by ya bzz bzzt in sun fire c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw that sh*t up sh*t up
For the cool amigos with tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them southern girls with them big butts
What y'all know about them buckshots busting from a truck
Yeah yeah that's that southern hospitality
The come of the me the come of the pete
The come of the 'goo the come of the G
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward
Mag spit it 'til I die f**ker
You wit your label kissing a** like a damn sucker
Meanwhile mag in Virginia in some house shoes watching the news
Do my album when I'm ready tell my label to sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em it's cornered and sell some
From NY to floater while I'm humping your daughter
Staying in the french quarter and listen to juvenile
I like that south sh*t all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan I'm sayin man
South boys ain't f**kin playing check them
This week got outkast and no limit and eightball
Scarface Ludacris and goodie mob uhh
We do it country cause we proud of this sh*t
All those that wanna hate on hip hop can eat a d**k
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward