(feat. Lac, Stone)



[Mannie Fresh]

Ahhhhh

True Story

Fo shoeezy



[Verse One: Mannie Fresh]

Who rock shit that you neva seen befo?

The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store

Two way beepers with built in speakers

Three inch woofers one inch tweezers

The one and only

Mac like roni

Sharp like my bitch and pretty like Tony

Trucks big leather room table beds

(cat meowing)Siberian tiger spreads

The call me Emmit cuz I only ride twenty two's

Emmit Smith numba twenty two get it dude

Smoke so much body smell like... WEED!

Get cut Cristal is whut I.... bleed

Got money then bitch come early

Got a Benz that come out in 2030

Cardel frames that make me look nerdy

Now who's the baller now WHARDIE!



[Chorus x2: Lac]

Go on hate me

You can't break me

Usta ride new shit but not none lately

Wassup nigga? still ride old schools?

84 cutlass with the European light fools



[Verse Two: Baby]

Give me a dove and watch how I flip the bitch

One, two, three, four, five slick

Uno, dose

Bentleys and Rovers

Jags, Hummers, Rags its over

Put the kit up nigga lets break it down

Hit the curb bust the tires Im fucked up now

Whip my wheel twenty inches

Catch my thrills I've been pimpin

Look ice my life

Fuck what's right

Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight

Do..noughts in a truck

Corvette lights on a pickup

Baby girl on the bus.... jump off

Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break her off

Bentleys on Gold D's

Nigga say I'm trippin but you niggaz gotta let me be me

Wodie

Let this life

Wodie

I done earned my stripes

I'm Goldie

I'm a pimp for life

I'm Platinum

Let me shoot the dice



[Chorus x2: Lac]

Go on hate me

You can't break me

Usta ride new shit but not none lately

Wassup nigga? still ride old schools?

84 cutlass with the European light fools



[Verse Three: Stone]

Look

I push a kitted tinted Lex

Steering wheel on the right

Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes

Rich nigga I got money to buy an extra life

Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin to live trife

So its my life to life with three strikes on me

With a four five on my six to get the lights off me

Like I'm a seven figga nigga drinkin ice on me

And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key



[Verse Four: Lac]

I got some shit

Why not stunt?

This is much bigger then broke niggas with gold fronts

Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got

Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch

Got a Bentley and a Jag nigga

With some twenty inch Mag nigga

License plate says bad nigga

Got a new bike chromed and stretched

Got a 50 for my son that I love to death



[Chorus x4: Lac]

Go on hate me

You can't break me

Usta ride new shit but not none lately

Wassup nigga? still ride old schools?

84 cutlass with the European light fools