Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Federation
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Caldwell
Songwriter
Marvin Selmon
Songwriter
Ricardo Thomas
Songwriter
Thomas Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Segal
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rock
Producer
Lyrics
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What they know about this dumb hyphy man?
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Rick Rock! (We go 18 dummy)
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Yeah, yeah, okay, okay
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Doon Coon, Fair gang
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Goin' gold, Rick Rock, Stressmatic
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Yeah, okay
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Yeah, all day, ****
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El Niño, Brookeville, R.I.P. for Fairfield (Bernie Mac!)
Stunner van, with the curtains
Bay water, be a lot of serpents
But we outta, no baby powder
Same color, Red Lobster, clam chowder
Ghost ridin', three times high and
Federation, Remember the Titans
Through the purp smoke beautiful science
I'm outta here like kites with lightning
It's a rap with Rick on the trident
We go dumb, so beast like bison
If you sleazy, all you beezies say, "We love you, Coon"
You wanna turf and you got work then we feel you Coon
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Yeah, F-E-D stay going hard
18 dummy on your boulevard
18 dummies that'll pull your card
Go dumb like what? Pushonline.com
Your babymom got throat that's long
I'm on, haters can't stop me now
Can't get skanks off top of me now
Purp' by the pound, scrapers got miles
Hyphy pimped that's Rick Rock's style (Yeah)
Can't leave the game alone, Bay need us now
Punk rocks and the homies get wild
Coon Daddy, I'm G. Diddy, hands only kitty
Yeah ma, it's pretty, give me a sign
Tell me when to go, put it in the air
Don't tell me no, no, no, no, no
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Yeah, I know, yeah I know what to do
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I mean we ride to the beat, c'mon
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Still hyphy actin' the ape
18 dummy, whippin' the scrape (Hey)
Got grapes in the bag, go and get it
Had a car lookin' like Bigfoot hit it
Swing to the left, all in the block
**** on the curb like, "It ain't hot"
Sideshow, police tryin' to ban shit
**** going stupid on the A.C. Transit
Mr. Mattic, you heard of me?
I'm a hood star like Earl and B (Hey)
Off the field, close to buzzin'
In the stunner van with Gino little cousin
I'm from Fairfield, that's what my mom stays
Strap's in my back pack, nothin' like Kanye
Intersection, handle bars, my scraper run just like Magnum car
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Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Oh, it's gon' go, yeah
Yeah, the bitch fucked me, the whole crew too, she's (18 dummy)
On top of the whip, stomp that shit we (18 dummy)
Now, now open your doors, let it coast we (18 dummy)
Yeah, the ho don't choose, the ho gonna lose (18 dummy)
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Written by: Anthony Caldwell, Marvin Selmon, Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Jackson