First im going to stack my flow
Then im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my aunt T's house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a rap we on our way to the house
By 345 Ill be kickin her out
Patty cake patty cake microwave
When somethings make a square, then im paid
im so cool but im so hot and im so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Its snowman and mannie fresh bring it back
mannie fresh and snowman its a rap
Wrap it up in the club, ya im so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil jon money
First im going to stack my flow
Then im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my aunt T's house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a rap we on our way to the house
By 345 Ill be kickin her out
I see you lookin, with your lookin ass
Catch snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
Im so clean but im so grimey
So dirty but yet im so shiney
Kinky beats help me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
I cant lose the whole city's behind me
First im going to stack my flow
Then im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my aunt T's house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a rap we on our way to the house
By 345 Ill be kickin her out
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my niggas out the hood its such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
Swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood
First im going to stack my flow
Then im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my aunt T's house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a rap we on our way to the house
By 345 Ill be kickin her out
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