(*talkin*)

0-1-2 baby, Ezell Swang and Suga Bear

Here goes another one, and another one

And another one, come on



[Hook: Suga Bear & (Ezell Swang)]

Everybody can't ball like me

Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me

(For real, all I wanna do is party ma

I took a bottle to the head, so it's time to get on the flo' now)

Everybody can't ball like me

Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me

(All the dranks, all the women

With this tank around my neck, you know I'm walking screaming)



[Magic]

We like bragging, we like stunting

We hit the club, and get the bitch jumping, ha

Look, we like shining, teeth glistening

So when we talking, a nigga listen, what

Do you understand the words, coming out of my mouth

Or are you too busy trying to copy cat, these boys from the South

Look, we love Pac, cause we love thugging

We love Biggie cause we love flossing, you heard me

Who else come to the club, with twelve hoes

Butt naked, showing ass and elbows

Who else, keep a case of Crys in the car

In case my head ain't right, I done bought out the bar

Look, we love smoking, that poo-poo lala

Only if it's fire, and guaranteed to get me higher

Look, we bout trouble, we bout repping

We love toting concealed weapons, you bout that nigga



[Hook]



[Magic]

Look, we love hoes, we like ladies

We like ready made families, hoes with three babies

It's understood, we like a project chick

I prefers her red and thick, oooh

Check it, I like dubs, but we love dub deuces

Anything smaller's, fucking useless

We like representing, where we from

We love hustling for the spoil of it, we love to be on the run

You motherfuckers, can't ball like us

Take a fall like us, and come back quick in a Nav truck

We like cars, but we love trucks

So we could pull up to the spot and, tell the hoes to load up

We love being, in the VIP

Cause we very important people, like you can't see that

It doesn't matter, cause I'm still on top

My pockets gon stay fat, nigga you can believe that



[Hook]



[Magic]

Them boys from the South, got them golds in they mouth

Snatching hoes from niggaz, is what they really about

Spending cash is our stilo, ain't a thing gon change

We from the swamps nigga, ten years of hell and gain



[Hook]