Is It Good?

[chorus one]

Is this joint hot? Baby, sho' enough

Come into ya spot and blow it up

If ya rollin' on dubs and ya know what's up

Throw ya hands up, now, show ya love

(2X)

[chorus two]

Is it good, baby? Is it good? UH-HUH!

Is it good, baby? Is it good? Like dat!

(2X)

[verse one]

It's young Livio, baby, I'm back in effect

Colder than the ice wrapped around the back of my neck

I demand my respect, mami, please believe

I got the frost-bit wrists that'll freeze ya sleeve

I need some liquor in my liver, I don't care if it's Hen

I'm tighter than the shorts fat women wear at the gym

I bounce back wit big bullets that'll tear up ya brim

You need 20/20 vision just to stare at my rims, woo!

[chorus one]

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[verse two]

Who's that young boy ridin' wit his thang cocked

Even though he got dough, ridin' on the same block

You roamin' witcha rims that ain't survived the 'teens

That boy, Livio, is dirty, but his ride is clean

Haters know I hate 'em, riders know it's nothin' but love

My tires are just like me, they serve nothin' but dubs

I got the picture, I got to split ya

When I'm on the West Coast, I got the swisha

When I'm on the East Coast, I got the philly

Ya got to feel me, I pop a wheelie

I pack a mack-milli 'cause the streets is kill at willy

My nizzy, I stay busy, and that's fa shizzy

My fetti's somethin' I don't want anyone to touch

You want beef? Just come to anyone of us

I'm livin' like that thug life wit plenty guns to bust

My rims are like club night, twenty-ones and up

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[verse three]

Eh yo, I been gangsta, been saggin', been baggin'

Been braggin', been wanted like Bin Laden

Tell myself what's up and answer any question I'm askin'

Grab the fo' and hitcha block up lookin' for action

It's young Livio, who you know fuckin' wit him?

You tryna ball? I'll have ya shit stuck in the rim

I stay tipsy, so I like to fill my cup to the rim

And make niggas cough it up till they covered in phlegm

I got to hit the street in heat, I'm tryna hustle again

While you stay locked up like you in love wit the pen

Fuck ya wife, here's some bullets, nigga, cuddle wit them

I got a plan to get my money right and bubble within

I'll take ya girl on a walk, I seen enough of the bims

I might scuff up the Tims, but she ain't touchin' the rims

I blow his chest away, what could he tell me?

I'm from the S-E-A double-T-L-E, uh..

[chorus one: (2X)]

[chorus two: (2X)]