A-Yo (feat. Saukrates)

Check it out, yo

I be like yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call

I rock to my name in graffiti on the wall

Got flow, like the rappers in Great George

You got **** I got ****

My name Jamal, I pause

Flick the ash from my L, I pause

Like Run and Jason Mizell

DMC is me, host for the night

Papa dock, only thing, I don't choke on the mic

I choke a **** out if my gwap ain't correct

They want my John Hancock, I'll get the check

I love trucks, but drop tops is the best

From the Beemers, Benz, now I roll Lex

Watch me

She like red, so cool

Any **** after me, it's a deja vu

Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes

Just watch how the one turn to make our move

Hop in my truck and roll up the windows

A-yo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the indo

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Yes, she with me, getting low like a limbo

Roll with G's, I'ma show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hole?

Mama in the kitchen cooking cat, rat, and dog

Me, I wanna little something, y'all could have it though

I'm tryna walk before I crawl, move this package in my drawers

That's why I push the pedal to the muh**** floor

With ten percent methadone to bust up the poor

And still I keep it funky like four flushed with more

Get this money like in God we trust, trust your boy

It's a given, livin' this life like it was written

Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing

Blow my spliff in the air, key the ignition

Then get to lane switching, plucking ashes off the clipping

Molly wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde

If anybody try to kill Bill, it probably be the bride

Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine

And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime

Hop in my truck and roll up the windows

A-yo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the indo

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Yes, she with me, getting low like a limbo

Roll with G's, I'ma show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great

Funk Doc, be in the hood like Enfamil cases

I net work on Myspace, real late

Hoping my Apple make me another Bill Gates

Around my crib, look how I live

I'm a slob, but trick **** say I get busy

Anywhere I did the show, women saying that I'm so amazing

Another mic, another night in the Days Inn

Another heist, another kite in the state penn

My state business, **** y'all dudes just break wind

Yo, either you're made mice or made men

I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work

I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt

My A1 since day one dot

How many shots will it take to make son drop

Hop in my truck and roll up the windows

A-yo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the indo

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Yes, she with me, getting low like a limbo

Roll with G's, I'ma show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

A-yo, a-yo a-yo

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey