I came in the game

Displaying amazing things

Drop top whips

Ice chains and rings



The flows I flip straight

Blow your brains

I get with chicks

Don't know their names



I don't give a fuck

I ain't got no shame

I got my cash up

So I'm not the same



I'm more thugged out

But I'm not to blame

I need this one

To protect my frame



Niggers that get bread

Gotta have toasters

Or have a thug friend

Whatchin' over their shoulders



Everywhere I go, man

I roll with my soldiers

Big-Bro fool

We takin over



Don't watch were we hang,

don't watch were we bang

Don't watch were we

slang them things

Got that whip with amazing rims just for ladies not gentle men

Hear my song don't get me wrong you can admire but don't

look too long

My thing must look extra

cris cuz all eyes on me when

I'm on the strip

Looking at me like I ain't shit

Looking at my car like

it ain't my whip

But I'm fucking your

chicks like it ain't my dick

So when they're asking for their

baby daddy I ain't it - shit



[Chorus]



So what if I twist a chick

one time then make a switch

Don't watch that

So what if I get my doe on

the road slanging bo

Don't watch that

So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me

Don't watch that

So what if I mac this way rap

this way and I'm from the UK



Here we come again,

things are not the same,

We now run the game

Don't watch our flow, our

dough and how it grows

and grows and grows...

You know you can't complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal



You don't want no trouble

You just want a bubble

Up in the club

Getta Drink, getta a double

Pull up a girl make sure

she don't snob you

You can get that if you

don't crumble

Now you feeling good

True your brocking out and that

And the base don't

fuck about and that

When you bounce you'll

be leaving out with that

Up in the draws you'll

be skinnin out the cat

If that ass ain't fat don't watch that.

Titties ain't all that,

don't watch that

Matter of fact, you should

be happy with that

Cos if it wasn't for her, then you wouldn't have tapped trick



[Chorus 2]



So what if my chain iced out

bling in the club when

the lights out

Don't watch that

So what if I scoop a chick

regardless of who she with

Don't watch that

So what if my car on dubs

drop top when I pull up

at the club

Don't watch that

So what if I hang with the

G's and only thug niggas

ride with me



Here we come again,

things are not the same,

We now run the game

Don't watch our flow, our

dough and how it grows

and grows and grows...

You know you can't complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal



Them manz Ain't ruff enough

Gimme the mic

Let me bust it up

I got da lyrical midaz touch



To shizzel my nizzel

My rhymes is tough

Plus its orginal

Every rhyme I bust I must



Come with the shit

To make the dance floor rip

Gun on my hip

But here to spit lyrics



Strictly for the Bitches

And my thug niggaz

And now we're getting riches

And I love figures



Spitting them lyrical, syllables

Thug individuals

The persona is criminal

All I need is a minute to

come up with a miracle

Big Brovaz ain't typical ripping you, stageshows are unmissable

Hitting you, with some shit

you can get into, flip a few

Bars of rap that'll get at

you man, I'm telling you



[Chorus]



So what if I twist a chick

one time then make a switch

Don't watch that

So what if I get my doe on

the road slanging bo

Don't watch that

So what if I go on the rowdy

only bitches and thugs around me

Don't watch that

So what if I mac this way rap this way and I'm from the UK



Here we come again, things

are not the same,

We now run the game

Don't watch our flow, our dough and how it grows and

grows and grows...

You know you can't complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal