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(Big Steve-R.I.P)
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Me and my partners recline, we put it down
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Roll, ball, but not out of control, sit swolle
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A hustler out that Boss Ness Click
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Crestmont to King, Grandpappy be the lick
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See these haters kinda fear and they knowin
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Big ol diamond rings keep the whole damn stage glowin
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And I keep pourin, eighth of drank in the soda
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I'm the mothership floater and precise rhyme quoter
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And it's over, cause me and that Poke, we done told ya
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Mobbin just like a soldier in a big ol Range Rover
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Hum-V even wanted me, Big Steve
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Track records gon show I'm a run the industry
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With a trick up my sleeve, blow the best of weed
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And a million dollar stack is what the fuck a nigga need
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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(Big Steve)
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Eleven in the mornin, I jumped up in my foreign
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Popped up, cocked up, and my trunk was yawnin
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Showin high in my ride, wide body finesser
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Grippin grain down Gessner bout to bust a compressor
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Tvs, VCs, that's the way it go down
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Screens falllin, big ballin sittin low to the ground
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See we floss like true, keep the weed and juice
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Paul Chevy sittin heavy in a two-door coupe
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Mash four, top to roll, Bun B, with a long haired freak
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Marquises in the piece, turn the heat up
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Cause niggas be jacked, they some cheaters
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Take the form of block bleeders
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Drippin paint off the feeder streets
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Sweepers in Tex, big Benz and the Lex
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Five pointers in my ear, fifteen on my neck
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Big face on the check, Navigators and Rovers
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Twenty inches to the floor, with my V-12 motor
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Now, who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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(Big E)
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Who dat be, talkin down from my blind side
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Crystal grain when I slide in my big ol G ride
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Naked hide gots to be shown by Big E
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Haters worried bout a G, but they still can't see me
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And Paul and P, bout to swoop in the coupe
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We for real about the loot, watch the glock nine shoot
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In the hoop, tinted up mafia style
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Loose lips sank ships, so won't you close em a while
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Ghetto child from the Southside be wreckin
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Put my time in the kitchen, now them boys respectin
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Still jettin off in that silver bullet
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Capers I'm a pull and keep you niggas gal lookim
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It's on I be cookin pie, rest is shook and
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Had to plot and plan, now the money's been tookin
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Givin the industry a raw naked ass whoopin
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Can't see us baby, cause all the shows we be bookin
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(repeat chorus in background)
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That's for all you ho-ass niggas out there talkin down on real muthafuckin
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playas...We rollin muthafuckin Range Rovers, Coupes...Silver Bullets,
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bitch...On Twenties...Wide bodies...You hoes better stop trippin...Roll wit
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us, or get your muthafuckin ass rolled over...Chevis Entertainment for
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life...You know who we talkin to, Bitch
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
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Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
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Who Dat Talkin Down
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| Big Pokey |
