CHORUS (2x):
Hmm, I'm going down down
Baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
Ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa
Wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff,
Pass it to me now

You can find me, in St. Louis
Rollin' on dubs
Smoking dubs in clubs,
Blowin' up like cocoa puff
Sippin' Bud, gettin' perved
And getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs
And shoulder shrugs
And it's all because,
Accumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it,
Fully decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, ans fainted
While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it?
How me and mugs, I hang
With Hannibal Lector (Hot sh*t)
So feel me when I bring it,
Sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw
I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour G
Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
F*** bionic it's ironic, slammin' niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics

CHORUS (2x)

Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas
Loud niggas, OK Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run in the club and
Bst in the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again
It's going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus
And watch me clown nigga
Pound nigga, what you be givin'
When I'm around nigga
Frown niggas, talkin' sh*t
When I leave the town nigga
Say now, can you h*es
Come out to play now
Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now
Play by, my rules boo
And you gon' stay high
May I, answer yo third question like hey I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
K.C. Motown to Alabama
L-A, New York Yankee
Niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer

CHORUS (2x)

Let's show these cats to make these millions
So you niggas quit acting silly, mon
My Kid quicker than Billy, mon
Talking really and I need it mon,
Foes I keep filly mon Specially off Remi, mon,
Keys to my Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man, see me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon,
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back up to Kingsland,
Wit' nice niggas
Sheist niggas, who snatch
Yo life nigga, trife niggas
Who produce and sell the same beat
Twice, nigga, ice nigga
All over close to never sober
From broke to havin' dough,
'Cause my price Range is Rover
Now I'm knockin' like Jehovah
Let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates Donald Trumph
Let me in, we spin now
I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now (Whoo!)
F***in' lesbian twins now
Seein' now, through the pen
I make my ends now

CHORUS (2x)