(feat. Chris Ward)



[talking]

Yeah-yeah, C. Ward baby, uh

C-Wigga one baby, uh yeah-yeah C. Weezie baby

(Ghetto Dreams, Screwed Up Click)



[Chris Ward]

I got so many flows, they build up like bacteria

So many O's, I call it crack-teria

I got 'em in you, like Luda's cafeteria

Place your order my nigga, I'm that serious

Yeah, I got the goodies on the block

Out of all these so called gangstas, I'm the hoodest from the block

And I'm the goodest with a glock, especially a 4-0

I knock the man off of the horse, off of the Polo

These niggaz is so, so gay

They nothing like us no, no way

Hey I ain't come here to play, I come to collect pay

Say what I say, and be on my way

Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky

And keep 'em high (keep 'em high), keep 'em high (keep 'em high)

Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky

And keep 'em high (keep 'em high), keep 'em high (keep 'em high)

See can't nobody do it, like I just did

Pulled up in a Coupe, and make the whole backside slid

Drop that top, left the fucker hid

Then what, peeled it back like a lid

On a can opener

Do the top like a can opener, once the can open up

Yeah I'm dope, and I'm up like a can of

Opium, I'm scoping em

Ooooh, you see this badge on my chest

Ooooh, that's why you looking sad and depressed

Noooo, you just mad we the best

And the bling's worth more, than your Jag or your Lex

That's if, you ever had one

I'm bout to cop some'ing new and stupid, think I'm bout to go and get a Magnum

(no you're not), the yellow and the green one fuck it

I'ma do the plain, platinum over black one nigga

Keep 'em high, keep 'em high

Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky

And keep 'em high, keep 'em high



[talking]

Yeah-yeah, C-Wiggity-Whoadi-Weezie-Ward

Ha-ha-ha, some'ing to bang and bump that's how we do it nigga

(S.U.C. in a store near you, 2005, summer nigga this our summer)