(feat. Tim Dog)



[Verse One]

I got the digi-design, for you to focus right

The chosen one, the club stayin open tonight

I'm pokin tonight, bet it's a dime, let us parlay

To the bar, get a drink, Belve' and lime

Holla at the kid, ice skatin, standard deal

Jewels bling so sick, got the whole party ill

Overcrunk, clique more drunk than sober

No punks over here, you'll be slumpin over

Respect the gangster, and the drama that come with it

Honest, there ain't another crew more dumb with it

Got cash, pockets stay all fat

Cock back blast, hot ish stay like that



[Verse Two]

I got the streets on lock listen, Clayborne don't stop, c'mon

Clayborne just rock, uhh, listen

Clayborne got your spot red hot

And if you come against the group you might not make it out

I don't need a fitted, just a mesh cap

Bring your best rap son bring your best cats

Cause we can bring the ruck', bring the dogs

Bring the caravan, bring the noise

We got the sickest toys and when we roll up

Chickens go nuts, Taliban blow up

Gotta be honest, I know your crew needs heat

We can take your street, take you out, shake you out



[Chorus x2 w/ fourth line change: Tim Dog]

Brrrrr, stick 'em, ha ha-ha stick 'em

You want beef we can get right wit 'em

Brrrrr, stick 'em, ha ha-ha stick 'em

[1:] Where the ladies at? Where the ladies at? C'mon

[2:] Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? C'mon



[Verse Three: Kool Keith]

I'm wearin new Wranglers, I'm the Boston Strangler

Girls can you tame my love

And while you hang in the bars, heard you came to rub

My style spray the bug, keep close wanna stay with us

People know who get paid with us

I'm gettin down yo, I'm comin dangerous

Two girls in the lane with us, women act strange with us

Pack the trunk, bring them thangs with us

Usin the flow yo, stop claimin us

Takin three of me yo, you same'n us

Let the speaker pump you jump bang with us

Ladies move up start, swing with us

Everything is nice and yo, off the chain with us

Woman jam yo, you feel the pain with us

Think I'm usin the words, you know I came to cuss

To get laid in the cut, you know I'm paid to bust



[Chorus]



[Verse Four]

Uhh, money will come, it's hard to go you slow

You, not, knowin your role, I show

I think, fast, I'm thinking quick

Link, me up hit me off with the chip shit

I'm movin with dough, stick you glow you blow

Lay on the flo', smash in your skull, so

Clayborne henchmen airborne it's on

Squeeze the pump cause he's a chump, uhh



[Verse Five: Tim Dog]

Yo, why you rappers wanna cop my chain

Cause I'm ridin in the fo'-six Range

Are you mad cause you way in the back of the #2 train?

Yo, why you wanna make me bring the pain?

Put two in your brain and then cop a pint in Spain

Come back then drop the name a-gain

Tim Dog don't stop the shame of fame

I come through with it, not new with it

Pass you the mic cause I'm through with it