[Chorus, Mannie Fresh x1]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Thuggin in the club until I see the sun

Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist

Walkin to my escalade, tellin niggas im not afraid, to let the nine

sing out, let the ring out.

[Mannie Fresh]

Got one more minute, hold that call

2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall

3 crazy dudes screamin alcohol

4 More youngins claimin that they ball

5 Bartenders and they all want leave

6 ugly chicks with some hooked up weaves

7 Other niggaz and they all look rough

8 thugs hollerin y'all don't want it with us

9 broads runnin off at the mouth

10 broads tryin to hear what they talkin bout

11 cute shorties that will hold that club

12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs

13 fights, sticks, bottles and pipes

14 police reading people they rights

15 minutes on interstate-10

at the strip club, we gon' do it again

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X2]

[Baby]

Comin thru my hood on spinnin blades

mommy know my name, homey know I don't play

hop out the whip and we deal in the shade

cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that grey

early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots

we stuggle but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock

goin to the club where the bottles gon pop

we VIP homey, so them hoes gon jock

ay, ay

back on them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)

oh, you know it be Baby, he going to the club in somethin updated

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded

gotta give props to the man that made me

Red Gold, I start it went crazy

Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X1]

[Mannie Fresh]

Picture me and yo misses, lit up like Christmas

I look her in her face and ask her can she kiss me

I do you, but never ever him

He is a wimp, and you is a pimp

Then she go down, to my brown

Ay hoe, I gotta hear that sound

Slurp Slurp, take that spit

Turn everything off bruh [music stops]

Check out my outfit [music starts]

[Baby]

I'm in the club, smokin blunts with my thugs

Mommy show me luv and I never been a scrub

I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, but he show me luv, so I hit em' with a dub

(thats nuthin lil one)

I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy

The yellow gold stealth, faded

Glock packin, with the chrome cocked back

the hood gon' luv it, but them busters gon hate it.

[chorus X2]

[music fades]