[Verse One - Max Minelli]
After ya lick come score somethin` from me then
After ya score try and flip your money then
Keep doin` that you`ll probably stack
And after all the bullshit it`s probably Max
What`s hap`nin thug, let your mind be free
And go`ne and put it in the wind cause it`s fine with me
You see that boy Young Minelli, I`m a G and a half
I make ya girl bounce that `till I`m seein` her ass
It`s a beautiful thing man, I just can`t trip
I got nothin` but time, and plenty money to flip
I`m just tryin` to win
Tryin` not to sin
Tryin` to stack, but it seems like I gots to spend
Why you wanna see me broke tryin` not to bend
I gotta break big bread with my momma and them
Ya heard that?
Trunk slappin` to the best of my sounds
I hollin` at my nigga Foola and the rest of my round, rounds
Ha?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Whashapnin` thug (for all my hustla, hustlas)
Whashapnin` thug (we keep it gangsta, gangsta)
Whashapnin` thug (Now go`ne holla at ya dog)(oh)
Whashapnin` thug?
[Verse Two - Max Minelli]
From the big cities down to the small towns
We ain`t never had so I come to tear it all down
And I see, how they be lookin` when I swang
Ain`t gone knock me off my hustle cause I`m still gone do my thang, mane
Ready or not, I come to give you what you need
Broads so jocked out, they get to hollin` yes indeed
Face off to the T-t clappin`
and the B-Boom bumpin`
Fa real, `ll knock you clean up out ya seat
How ya wanna get it?
Straight, from the man, the one, the gutta, the great, the raw and the real
Now go`ne tell me how you feel, fa real
I`m so thowed it`s a damn shame
Hit him up heavy, holla, and we can do the damn thang
Now I`m sayin`
Serious `bout stackin` my nachos
Desperados
Ridin` on some choppas and some hot Vogues
Ya heard that?
Trunk slappin` to the best of my sounds
I got to holla at my G-Money and the rest of my round, rounds
Ha?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - C-Loc]
Whoa now
That`s what they tellin` me, but I keep my mug on
The only label with ten felonies, that keep bubblin` on
Steady duckin` first degrees in this place I call home
Maintainin` focus on my G and ho shit, don`t steer me wrong
Now when big daddy blaze the scene he leave his I.D. unknown
Only hot girls and felons in the zone where I roam
Enemies exterminated at the touch of a phone
Like your `burban been invaded by a species unknown
Now what what, playa what, it`s a bust back thang
True love for blood familiar baby, not a thang change
[Max Minelli]
Ya heard that?
Trunk slappin` to the best of my sounds
I hollin` at my nigga Loc and the rest of my round, rounds
Ha?
[Chorus]
