Now all a yall who be dyin 2 hear the 90's/
define me the dopest hope cuz YO! u find me/
None o that London Bridge bitch o her friends rhymin/
I put the funk above the crunk labels will never sign me/
Pucka-pucka-pu-puck the flavor o the baddest/
the bed is where i lyin 2 bitches wit playboy rabbits/
cuz they suppose that listenin beyonce's records/
makes hoes independent ayoo now check this/
U dont rely on my shoulder, u lean on my wallet/
they call it if pockets r fat than the dick must be solid/
So I play them badly, the game is bad/
u wanna know how? peep my track Where my bitches at?/
so I wonder why Im still underground?/
if my verse hits yo drums like the thundersound/
plus u know that my hooks r uppercuts/
i knock u out if u dont gimme the proper props/
