(Cool and Dre:) 

This is...This is 

This is...And He Goes By The Name Of 



(Lil Wayne:) 



Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby 

And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me 

Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami 

We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom 

They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club 

I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck 

It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch 

Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick 

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch 

Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit 

Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince 

Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B 

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad 

Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see) 

The rest goes without me having to say 

I say, go, go, go, go (DJ) 



(Chorus:) Paul Wall 



Holla at me, What it do, What it is 

You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby) 

I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live 

Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby) 

I'm a monster, I do it real big 

You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby) 

You can see me from a far I'm the shit 

Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do) 



(Paul Wall:) 



It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker 

Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka 

Lone star beast straight up out the H 

Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste 

I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass 

Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass 

Gettin cash is my number one task 

Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class 

I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya 

Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy 

My boy Toy I E got to sleep 

And we got to see and who got the freaks? 

Beat it up like an ass whipping 

The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing 

But I ain't trippin, I'm trill 

That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one 

A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby 



(Chorus) 



(Fat Joe:) 



Nah homie, you done got it fucked up 

You ain't got as much money as us (Nope) 

We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on 

and he's pushing something far and it's fucked 

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast 

And the chopper come out of the stash 

Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose 

I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now) 

Who wanna come test the kid 

Have your baby mama bless the team 

Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that 

She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby 



(Chorus) 



(Rick Ross:) 



Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low 

Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes 

Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since 

Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president 

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips 

Off set rims on a rear six inch lips 

Started on the benches, rose through the trenches 

Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses 

Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys 

Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese 

Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that 

Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall 



(Chorus) 



(Pitbull:) 



It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A 

Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day 

I owe my future to 

Last name Campbell, first name Luther 

The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda 

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is 

Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick? 

That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south 

We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt 

Harlas and priests 

These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces 

Oye da loca, mueve a la carada, oye da loca, even la meraya (?) 



(Chorus)