Wat da Hook Gon Be

Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let's get at it dog, whoo! Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns Aiming your pound pretending they proud But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann) They something like a hater man Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man You constantly frontin until you confronted on If you don't like whats going on go on to another song Cause I keep a hater guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my Cago Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!) See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip The sun'll come out. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove it home outta town limosines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B' That's how it is, how it better be I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin I'm basically coming from nothing to something When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons (We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?) Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things People always saying man it must be nice No hi no nothing not a simple how's life Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood So don't be asking for no "inch" be expecting the "foot" Unless you want a foot (whoo!) I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put And it might not cost me playa Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa And we all push it, but me I push it real good Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood Catch me on your local derrty Or in the studio doing vocals derrty I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew Let the girls do me while you do you And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slanging I be ripping man