(feat. Lil Flip, Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Papa Reu, Marilyn) 



[Marilyn singing] 



[Papa Reu talking] 



[C-Note] 

We flossing they glossing, big bossing for life 

Nina Ross paid the cost, so I made her my wife 

I got them digital screens, in the back of the ride 

I got them 20 inch strings, sitting low outside 

Taking flights seeing sights, up in Kansas City 

All the way down South, in Jackson Mississippi 

Made a stop in N.O., so I can holla at Juve 

Blowing green got a scene, in Baller Blockin' the movie 

Pull the set fly the jet, bout to land in Texas 

Touched down in H-Town, home of candy and Lexus 

I've been around the world, should of seen what I saw 

Pieces hanging gangbanging, down in Arkansas 

Everytime that they see me, I'm in some'ing that's pretty 

My nigga Ike's keep it tight, in Oklahoma the city 

You know I gotta keep it real, with them boys down South 

That got them diamonds in they grill, and the gold in they mouth 



[Hook x2: Papa Reu] 

Cause we flossing, we flossing 

Everything glossing, they glossing 

20 inch shining, they shining 

Piece and chain swinging, they swinging come again 



[Sugar] 

God damn, what is life about 

What I gotta do pull a rifle out, to have a cumfy nice amount of money 

Take it from a playa, who's seen some'ing kicked 

Hustling use to be my deal, till I noticed it ain't pay the bills 

I do my thang around you satin, cut up cocaine around you 

Couldn't even keep no slang around you, no mo' letting em hang around you 

(ask girlfriend), slam cats like a screen door 

In a Hurricane, Botany Boys top ranking up 

In the harder game, see this lady always makes the bucks 

From this state, niggaz got carpet burns on they nuts 

By letting em hang, wreck fools from the gate 

I run with the big dogs, and the heavyweights 

I peeped you, put up your defense to hate this 

I rush your ass, like Terrell Davis 

And Mavis, couldn't staple my rap book together 

See I'm the type, that'll shoot dice or do whatever 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' Flip] 

I got ice, cause I get that do' 

Cardier watch, tic-tac-toe 

S-Class, Jaguar sitting low 

(what you listening to Flip), man I'm jamming Big Moe 

I'm jumping out, in Iceberg wardrobe 

I'm 18, and I'm a CEO 

My lifestyle, is what you see on television 

PT Cruisers, Navigators, Expeditions 

I fuck hoes, everyday of the week 

10 karats, my record label on my piece 

Sucka Free knows, I'm the Freestyle King 

I hate to say it, but my teeth look better than my ring 



[Chris Ward] 

I'm sitting low but large, backing out the garage 

I'm in a brand new, fountain blue Bentley Anage 

What the neighbors seeing, is not a mirage 

I'm on my way, so sha'll I say Bon Voy-age 

Cause I'm a wood wheel guider 

20 inch glider, boulevard slider 

Crawling low, like a spider 

When I pull up on dubs, right beside ya 

Hopping out in Iceberg, and Nike tennis 

Flow is tremendous and endless, I'm a lyrical menace 

I hang with big shots, like C-Note and the Chemist 

Cause y'all know, Chris Ward floss just like the dentist 



[Hook x2] 



[Big Pokey] 

I'm a H-Town playa, and I love to ball 

20 inches on the crawl, V.P. and cigar 

V-dubs and don't stall, me out there creeping 

C-Note and Will-Lean, got the 6-4 leaping 

Got bad broads peeping, cause they know we playa made 

8's and Gator-aide, plus a bunch of bald fades 

Escalades, DVD's 

Wrists is lit up, watching three T.V.'s 

Hoes on dick, like disease 

H.P.D.'s on skis, A.C. blowing freeze 

It's a hundred degrees, niggaz dropping the top 

If the car ain't convertible, then pop up the pop 

Keith on Scott, trying to hop till the rim whop 

If he don't stop, he gon be back at the rim shop 

And them slims bop, nonstop 

Papa Reu, tell em what we talking about 



[Hook x2] 



[Marilyn singing]