[Featuring Drag On Juvenile]. . Drag On:. . Ha Ha Ha. Oh Damn. Now bop to this. Oh Yeah. Ya'll know what this is. Flame on. Juvenile. Drag on. Flame on.
The way you wear your hat,. The way you sip your tea,. The memory of all that,. No, no! They can't take that away from me!. . The way your smile just beams,.
Get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah. Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? Ayo Brat. . Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side.
Now that's cool, you know. I chill wit ch'all though a little bit. Fuck the music. I ain't give a fuck about that nigga. . And he came hittin my weed.
I'm pushin' for the single yo, c'mon. Yo, lock the door, uh huh. Ya heard, uh, uh. C'mon, yeah. Ya'll know who it is, or should I say what it is. Uh, uh.
Hell yeah. A-town, Luda. Ahh, whoo. . She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme. And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell 'em who we is, yeah. . They call me, when they wanna get they dough up. Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up. Fresh from the floor up.
They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh). They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga. Huh, short notice (uh-huh). Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh).
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats. It's almost over y'all. Jigga, how real is that?. Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz. . (Jigga). What's my motherfuckin' name?.
Oh, damn now bop to this oh. Yeah y'all know what this is. Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on. And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah. . Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops.
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit. Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit. Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit. Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit.
She don't wear makeup. Only red lipstick. (Only red lipstick). And she looks so fine. 'Cuz she is so fine. ('Cuz she is so fine). . She looks up, never down.
[Mr. Lil One]. *Talkin*. Yeah, you know how we do. Lil Uno, and I brought my homie. Sicc Made. We're gonna break down. To all the bitches. And all the hoes.
[jermaine dupri]. Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is). Yeah, yeah, yeah. They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up. Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up.
{We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!}. {It be like da, da, da-da-da, da}. {This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}.
Houston, bounce. Yeah, I like that. Chingaling, bounce. Nate Dogg, I 20. Trackstars. Yeah, I like that. . Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh. Whoa, ooh, whoa. I like that, I like that.
Houston, bounce. Yeah, I like that. Chingaling, bounce. Nate Dogg, I 20. Trackstars. Yeah, I like that. . Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh. Whoa, ooh, whoa. I like that, I like that.
I'm pushin' for the single yo, c'mon. Yo, lock the door, uh huh. Ya heard, uh, uh. C'mon, yeah. Ya'll know who it is, or should I say what it is. Uh, uh.
Yo, who want it with us? Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit us. Y'all hoppin' Nimrods, we holdin' on up under the truck. We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin'.
Yo, this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas. Potch niggas, sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas. You could be any complexion, black, caucasian. We spit razors in kiloid faces.