yup..i thank its bout dat time...

its time to get flossy, my chain and grill frosty/
ill pull up wit the candy lac.. 3 colors and so glossy/
show all my damn whips so yall kno who the boss-be/
buy a new bently on chrome cuz i dont care what the cost-be/
pull out my damn stacks this boy is so insane/
pullin out mo green then the celtics and notre dame/
niggas be like man, i wish i could jack em for 1 of his chains/
and get shot twice just for thinkin bout jackin my rang/
cuz in h-town thats how us niggas get down/
fridge in the bak wit screens bigga then tinseltowns/
yall cant floss like me dawg, gon and put that pencil-down/
cuz i been stackin from all these kilos and killa pounds/
switch up outta the lac, into the foreign/
wit rims as big as allen i. plus michael jordans/ [26's]
jump outta da flip, dressed all in ralph lauren/
wit hoes lookin like melyssa ford, tellin me im so adorin/
and i aint 50 cent but ill teach-ya how to stunt/
open my damn mouth up and cause a cold front/
along wit my chains, we can freeze up whole months/
and fog up the damn clubs, smokin on swoll blunts/
cant forget bout the surb, we sip wit lemonade/
half sleep behind the wheel in my new escalade/
yall playin playstation inside, we playin arcades/
look like we movin at the light cuz the rims spin for decades/

SOMEONE GET FLYY...

Just showen sum flow.. u cant act like u dont kno..
jus smoke dat dro n get on yer knees like a top knotch hoe!


Ye mang this guy getin it on,
neva talkin cheap on tha shit hes pimpin/
hitten records, maken wiggaz limpin/
jus bot me a new lincon/ chrome dipped
lyrics, mind pimped, here is my lyric/
yo..
I gotta supa dope communication,
wanna Hear it/
just tune into my station,
or Fear it,
You fearen this, hearen this,
rap masta experience,
i see u starten to get weary from the lyrics,
n tha flow o shitz, jus like dro,
yo me n him r sittin here, we ill rappaz/
here us mad like dual flow mastaz/
Yo, i toke them thangs, joints blunts,
n neva go wrong smoken on the bong,
n neva run from thangs,

so if u wana ball wit me, jus say it n we shal run n pop excacy,
started a new song era n now they be like fuckin rappping jubileez,
stinkin up the linkin with pot, smoke a whole crop n bump tunes so loud across the fuckn seaz,
earz go deaf, as we float wit eaz,
flow wit mc's, freeze ya up wit this flow breaze,
knock a ho on her kneez, stick it in her blunt,
mix it up wit cunt, n show yall how to stunt on her front