Dat'z Me

ATL, shawty! (G-Unit!)

Young Buck, Youngbloodz

I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth

I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out

Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed

ATL & Tennessee, I'm right up the street

In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe

Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave

I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me

Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'

Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here

Niggaz can damn well fit inside their rims round here

And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to

Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through

Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came here to show you

Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do

Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it

Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit!

[Chorus One: Young Buck]

Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me

Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me

Swervin Lex, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me

Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me

[Chorus Two: Sean Paul]

Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me

In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me

In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me

Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me

[Sean Paul]

Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga

Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner

I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper

Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners

Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December

Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window

And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever

And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'

Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes

One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though

Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow

Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus Three: J-Bo]

Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me

In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me

Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me

Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me

[J-Bo]

See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye

That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try

But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die

Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky

And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya

It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca

Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out

Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout

Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes

How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro

And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big

Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip

[Chorus Three]

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two]