Y'all
Y'all
Y'all
Y'all, y'all
Yeah, n***a, it's your boy
We out here in the ghetto, man
We going deep in the hood right now, man
Man, fuck the studio
It's too hot in that bitch right now
It's about 100 degrees out here
We out here poppin' that water real decent
Records poppin' real beastly right now
N***as holdin' us the fuck down
Crazy, checks is looking retarded
Don't get mad, n***a, put a smile on your face
I'll bring you back to the ghetto, n***a

Check, check, one, two

[Skit]
Well, then get your shit together
Get it all together and put it in a backpack
All your shit so it's together
And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know?
Take it to the shit store and sell it
Or put it in the shit museum, I don't care what you do
Just gotta get it together