...i be that b**** in that all black tinted out el dorado, ain't nobody f*****' wit me, it's my chicago, when you see me in the club mean-mug your bottle, that's that remy to your face kid gully soprano, ain't nobody f*****' with the weed like i do, and i'm probably sippin' remy and that hypno too, and i'm kinda tired of hearin' what this b**** gon' do, cuz' if she poppin' with her fam, they can get some too, i know you heard about them b****** from the gold and the gutta, f*** a sack chaser, mami got that dro' and that b***a', papi hit me for the low, i'm out in philly wit' tutter, where the sticky be so fine, make you talk wit' a studda', like pusha, pusha please can i get one mo', it's four n***** in the breeze, standin' at my door, i'm like one, two, three, reachin' at my four, cuz' if i sque-sque-squeeze, n**** that's how it go....that's all we got fo' that one...