(feat. Kelis, Pharrell Williams)



[Pharrell Williams]

Hmmm yess sirrrrr..



[Verse: Fam-Lay]

I rock and roll and roll and rock

I got 10's, got 20's, got fifty blocks

I got smoke in back, coke for sale

So much coke got coke in jail

In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell

This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale

But I'm a take it back to the early 80's

Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes

My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black

Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back

I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell 

Running 'round wild trying to get that mail

Lil' shorty whose trying to learn the rules

I was twelve years old brought the tool to school

Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit

You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this



[Chorus: Fam-Lay (Pharrell)]

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak)

Hey I'm the cannon man I got more than frozen cups

I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups 

(Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak)

(Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up

Cause it's like that!



[Verse: Fam-Lay]

The fiends is dying, fiends is lying

Missle on the streets of the fiends is still buying

Right on time and - money on the mind and

On them 24's them bitches stay shining

But y'all niggas don't know bout this

Fresh new kicks wit the new outfit

Got the all black top wit the black on black

You ever seen me creeping just back on back

Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit

I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch

From a place on Earth called Huntersville

Where people out there got love for real

Got love for all who got love for me

If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me

I'll be on the curb moving dubs and D's

So if you ever bought a dub then it was from me

I ever get caught then it was the B

I'm a just make bail by my couzin E

Back on the porch wit the mobile phone

Like eleven in the morning them hoes don't go home

Tried to sco' and get this shit off quick

You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this



[Chorus]



[Bridge: Kelis]

Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start

When the fists get to swinging and the 4-5th spark

And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and

We speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean



[Verse: Fam-Lay]

I stand on my block, the gamblest spot

My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked

Waiting for a nigga to just act up

My right hand big six got my big back up

Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell

Acting like little girls like tattle tales

Mad cause my right hand bad as hell

I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell

See I'm a Crown Boss 365

Lookin for a nina raw sheet just to ride

Picked up my cash and slide off sweet

Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart of beat

Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet

Won't ya all take the cash dog, not off me

Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it

Walking on the block wit life in my pocket

I'm tryin' to sco' and get this shit off quick

You ain't from the ghetto y'all don't know bout this



[Chorus]



[Bridge]