[Talking: 1- Kaos 2- Buck Bam Sham 3- Kemo] 1- Young Buck Bam Shammer (laughing) 2- Whut's up derty 1- Give us some of that hella thurl G sh** n***a 3- Ya n***a gon lay some n***a dogg [Kaos] This that hella thurl sh** This that hella thurl sh** (That hella thurl sh** n***a) This that hella thurl sh** This that hella thurl sh** (That hella thurl sh** n***a) [Verse 1: Kaos] Dubs, 22's, 24's, it don't matter what you roll mo Hoes freakin summin for the low low Iced out, tatt'ed out, b**hes sattin a** out Urbody f**ed up sh**, got n***as pa**ed out Titties floppin, n***as watchin, hoes nina poppin Cedric rounds of that STL, A.K.A. Hatytown Two do' Cuttie, burnin money You ain't gotta hold it for me All my n***as ballin, b**h, she gotta luv it Smashin hella hoes, havin hella dros mo Rolls, bank mo 20's, 50's and 1 double O Always actin bad, pants sagged, du rag Tilted hat, to the back Yellin where them hoes at [Hook: Kaos & Chipmunk Voice] This is that sh** for all them b**hes and thugs That beat they subs, pullin up to them clubs In them trucks, and you ain't gon see sh** But smoke in up out of they nose, cuz all my Biggas stayed blowed, 24's, that's how we roll We the type of n***as that'll take that chick You been wit, for 6 months but see we blitz that b**h And then we set it out derty, oh Taches comin off our mouth derty And then she's gettin the f** out derty [Verse 2: Kaos] Woke up quick, lil' derty at about noon Babba Bam, Kemo Feezy and my n***a Lil' Chuma They had, 4 red bones wit a wig, 2 Philippino twins About to get a suite, kick it in the Chestire Inn Roll through the dub, bumpin that Hol' 9 Young n***as on my block throwin up gang signs (URR URR!) Lemme holla at ya derty, goddamnit We got them trees, them sunflowers without no seeds [Verse 3: Mr. McFeezee] Get it like these, get it off that issue
Hot enough to burn through the skin tissue When the smoke on the way to the mental Skate bird, they fall off the windshield Think of all my folks in the pen I'ma stop, push the end of the boulder Where ya wanna go, to the ocean again Tryin to cop wit my pen, keep my herb po-bag in Tell me where the crack bag is, scales crazy fool inflate And none of this past is, watchin us Stickin out of end of the block wit binocular The hoes say hi, I'ma show you where the tri-piggas at Checkin out where the helicopters at, boy poppin the gat Askin em where the hospital at, Mr. McFeezee [Hook] [Verse 4: Kemo] Gangstas, coke dealers, cold scrilla, poverty Robbery, I'm the neighborhood, role model be Little kids follow me, teach ghetto psychology Catch me with the Glock next to my co*k And the crack rock'll be On the way wit Chuma dogg, let's clear up the rumors y'all n***as get 26 for bricks, get em for 22 at Ball Plus my n***a Kaos keep the haos say, parlay I say Parlay ya dig, pistol play f** up my day and sh** Weigh this sh**, make each one them b**hes 28 a zip We came a long way from choppin yay wit razor blades and sh** Erase a b**h, we rule ya whole existence from the face of this Nation-ish, consider potential customers of my place or bed These Show-Me state n***as, they love it when we pack these shows And watch these labels give me money, stack stack my flow Speakin on these f**in subjects that a rapper know Don't mean to jump off of the subject, but I slap a ho [Hook] [Chipmunk Voice Talking] This some wild a** sh** ain't it? I know you sittin there like "what the f**?" America, home of the f**in dope f**, motherf**in Bam Sham, you did it again You f**in goddamn he did it again Hella Thurl, Hol' 9 Goddamn you motherf**as did it again Another hot a** track, you motherf**as