featuring Brownstone

Can I do my thang??

*(Yukmouth)*

Speak on it.

*(Brownstone)*

Oh, oh, ohhh.

Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.

Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues,

like 5-0-5's

I won't lie,

homicide,

gram will cry,

pray for me that I won't die,

suicide,

I won't try,

bullets fly,

drive-by,

don't let it slide, do or die,

you an I, slide by,

catch them niggaz off my side,

wit nothin to hide body die rot,

on they porch,

when I expectin some sort of drive-by,

type retaliation,

under styles I lace, MOBBulation,

lets begin breakin down the situation,

when, the end of our frustration,

so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,

the cops is waitin to umm,

accelerate on yo vehicle,

run down yo vehicle,

even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,

nigga, up in these high-speedaz,

police they be the Rosco Bico train,

swervin in an outta lanes,

runnin from O-H-A,

what they throw away,

eh, though, eh, way,

pistol,

every mutha fucka wanna peep.

Chorus x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*

Millionaire!

Dreams of big millions play.

Ever seen a sad millionaire?

I thought that money make us happy.

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

What if I was a millionaire,

huh,

a major playa on the block,

that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn't stop,

hella strap happy,

cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,