[chorus one]
Is this joint hot? Baby, sho` enough
Come into ya spot and blow it up
If ya rollin` on dubs and ya know what`s up
Throw ya hands up, now, show ya love
(2X)
[chorus two]
Is it good, baby? Is it good? UH-HUH!
Is it good, baby? Is it good? Like dat!
(2X)
[verse one]
It`s young Livio, baby, I`m back in effect
Colder than the ice wrapped around the back of my neck
I demand my respect, mami, please believe
I got the frost-bit wrists that`ll freeze ya sleeve
I need some liquor in my liver, I don`t care if it`s Hen
I`m tighter than the shorts fat women wear at the gym
I bounce back wit big bullets that`ll tear up ya brim
You need 20/20 vision just to stare at my rims, woo!
[chorus one]
[chorus two: (2X)]
[verse two]
Who`s that young boy ridin` wit his thang cocked
Even though he got dough, ridin` on the same block
You roamin` witcha rims that ain`t survived the `teens
That boy, Livio, is dirty, but his ride is clean
Haters know I hate `em, riders know it`s nothin` but love
My tires are just like me, they serve nothin` but dubs
I got the picture, I got to split ya
When I`m on the West Coast, I got the swisha
When I`m on the East Coast, I got the philly
Ya got to feel me, I pop a wheelie
I pack a mack-milli `cause the streets is kill at willy
My nizzy, I stay busy, and that`s fa shizzy
My fetti`s somethin` I don`t want anyone to touch
You want beef? Just come to anyone of us
I`m livin` like that thug life wit plenty guns to bust
My rims are like club night, twenty-ones and up
[chorus one]
[chorus two: (2X)]
[verse three]
Eh yo, I been gangsta, been saggin`, been baggin`
Been braggin`, been wanted like Bin Laden
Tell myself what`s up and answer any question I`m askin`
Grab the fo` and hitcha block up lookin` for action
It`s young Livio, who you know fuckin` wit him?
You tryna ball? I`ll have ya shit stuck in the rim
I stay tipsy, so I like to fill my cup to the rim
And make niggas cough it up till they covered in phlegm
I got to hit the street in heat, I`m tryna hustle again
While you stay locked up like you in love wit the pen
Fuck ya wife, here`s some bullets, nigga, cuddle wit them
I got a plan to get my money right and bubble within
I`ll take ya girl on a walk, I seen enough of the bims
I might scuff up the Tims, but she ain`t touchin` the rims
I blow his chest away, what could he tell me?
I`m from the S-E-A double-T-L-E, uh..
[chorus one: (2X)]
[chorus two: (2X)]
*fades out*
