(*talking*)
Yeah-yeah, C. Ward baby, uh
C-Wigga one baby, uh yeah-yeah C. Weezie baby
(Ghetto Dreams, Screwed Up Click)
[Chris Ward]
I got so many flows, they build up like bacteria
So many O`s, I call it crack-teria
I got `em in you, like Luda`s cafeteria
Place your order my nigga, I`m that serious
Yeah, I got the goodies on the block
Out of all these so called gangstas, I`m the hoodest from the block
And I`m the goodest with a glock, especially a 4-0
I knock the man off of the horse, off of the Polo
These niggaz is so, so gay
They nothing like us no, no way
Hey I ain`t come here to play, I come to collect pay
Say what I say, and be on my way
Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky
And keep `em high (keep `em high), keep `em high (keep `em high)
Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky
And keep `em high (keep `em high), keep `em high (keep `em high)
See can`t nobody do it, like I just did
Pulled up in a Coupe, and make the whole backside slid
Drop that top, left the fucker hid
Then what, peeled it back like a lid
On a can opener
Do the top like a can opener, once the can open up
Yeah I`m dope, and I`m up like a can of
Opium, I`m scoping em
Ooooh, you see this badge on my chest
Ooooh, that`s why you looking sad and depressed
Noooo, you just mad we the best
And the bling`s worth more, than your Jag or your Lex
That`s if, you ever had one
I`m bout to cop some`ing new and stupid, think I`m bout to go and get a Magnum
(no you`re not), the yellow and the green one fuck it
I`ma do the plain, platinum over black one nigga
Keep `em high, keep `em high
Now if you feeling real fly, let your hands touch the sky
And keep `em high, keep `em high
(*talking*)
Yeah-yeah, C-Wiggity-Whoadi-Weezie-Ward
Ha-ha-ha, some`ing to bang and bump that`s how we do it nigga
(S.U.C. in a store near you, 2005, summer nigga this our summer)
