(feat. Hersanity)



Yea yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh

Hersanity, that's right, get up



[Chorus: Hersanity]

Everybody get up, and wile' out to this

Everybody come on and just bounce to this

Get up and bang you hip to this

Put you hands and let me know if you feelin this

Get up, raise the glass to this

Everybody roll and just *puff* to this

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up



[Verse 1]

This is for them Caddy trucks

And them thugs that keep dough stackin up

Chicks wanna get at phatty up

I got the platinum touch, neva changed my ways

Still keep purple haze, packed in the dutch

Pushin big Benz 'round the way, thats wussup

Came along way from takin the train and back of the bus

Aches and pains, ballin out major wit game

Blingin the chain, pull to the Bank in the Range

Haters mad cause I made some change

Figure stack, I'm shittin, leavin major stains

Figure that!, I'm hittin spittin

The illest lyrics eva written

Still a thug, empty out slug

Don't be forgettin but tonight we gonna show some love

Probably go to a club pop some Cris

Open some bub, smoke some bud

Rather chick post her up

And after the party we know I'mma stroke her up



[Chorus: Hersanity]



[Verse 2]

We goin to do it like this tonight

Rounds of Cris tonight (uh huh)

Madd pounds of twist in light

We gettin right, gon' leave this club ripped tonight

We gon' dedicate this one to the chicks tonight

Come here ma I wont' bite then again I just might

Cause you lookin so right, got a hoodlum so tight

And my flow is so right, dough is so right

Been 'round the world all I got is more nights and more ice

Been 'round your girl in cold nights

I'm a jockey, Mr. Miyagi, oh no slight

Can't stop me, I'm still connected wit Papi

Can't knock me, watchin the watch, you betta watch me

Cause I'mma hustler ride for that G

Straight thug made love to a lot of mami's

Hot as can be, beats bumpin out of my V's

Got the streets thumpin, get up vibe wit me



[Chorus: Hersanity]



[Verse 3]

Summer time, pockets bulgin, knots is swollen

money foldin I'm holdin, wrist is frozen

I rock expensive clothin, love independent women

Yea, chicks that's holdin, do your thing ma

I'm still gonna be that same guy

All you gotta do is holla at me

I'mma swing by, I ain't gonna forget you

I'mma still hit you, real official

Handle your feminine issues

I got that, you know I keep it cock back

Hard as a rock holla back sweet enough to swallow that

This be the tough ma bounce to that

Champaign bottle rounds, ounce to blat

I lay my game quiet flat, Frank White type cat

Bank right, when you eatin good you think right

Straight out the hood, snake bites tired of 'em Jake light

I live a great life now everyday is...



[Chorus: Hersanity]



[Outro: Hersanity & (Half-A-Mill)

Let me know you feel this, yeaaaa

We gotta get on up

(Yea, Half-A-Mill, thats right

Mike James in the Range, everybody get up...)