[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4, bust it

[Wacko]
Uh-huh
Remix
Remix
Wacko, Juvenile, Skip!
Holla back

[Chorus: Wacko]
Where H-town at? ATL at? Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

[Verse 1: Wacko]
I say the U gon' do they thing woadie please believe
If not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe
One thing about it ghost, keeps stuff up a sleeve
Juve and Skip attack the boards, while I plug 'em with 3's

Every stash spot I got, I stuff it with G's
Fuck a chain & the whip, that'll fuck up my steez
I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowing on trees
With two heaters in my lap bumping 400 Degreez
Man, fuck Juvenile! Nah, n***a that's my dog
Say that shit again, I'll wack all y'all
Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all
Probably get on that rob shit & crack all y'all

I ain't never talk sideways, I'll put you on the highway
Have you sweating in the chicken coop like Smokey off Friday
Catch you in that 'Nolia have you running down the driveway
Trying to gun you down, spitting at you, Yippee Ki-Yay

[Chorus: Wacko]
Where the Bay at? To L.A. at? Where them tec's, where them 9's, where them K's at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West Coast, what's up?)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West side, what's up?)

Where N.Y. at? N.J. at? Philly Philly, D.C., V.A. at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, what's up?)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East side, what's up?)

[Verse 2: Skip]
I'm straight Hollygrove you know that (You know!)
But I'm old school, Fischer Project like a throwback
Now I told you now you know that (Huh?)
You ain't welcome here, you ain't see "I'm Gone" on my doormat?
So stupid why (Why?)
You ain't abide by that
If I catch you on my porch (My porch?)
You gon' die by that (Right there!)
Right there, by them leaves, go & lie by that
Right side of that dog doodoo, you gon' dry like that
This is payback (Payback)
For anyone whoever said that
Look, I'm safe with this vest, gon' get his head packed
Or get his face slashed (Slashed)
Or his neck jooked (Jooked!)
Look in my face (Look!)
This how death look (Look!)
If you deaf look (Look)
I ain't playing witcha (Uh uh)
Gun talk (What?)
Is all I'm gonna say to you
So learn to read lips (Read!)
'Cause UTP trips (Trips!)
Every time that alc' and them trees mix
[Chorus: Wacko]
Where the Row at? Interscope at? Choppa City, Universal, Cutthroat at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Where my pimps, what's up?)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my players, what's up?)

Where U.T.P. at? Crime Lab at? Rap-A-Lot, D.T.P., Aftermath at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my soldiers what's up?)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my gangsters, what's up?)

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
We from the dirty dirty, you heard me, you shoot or get shot
From where the unemployment line be 'bout as long as your block
I travel all over the states, been in some serious spots
Fucking not knowing if n***as want to kill me or not

All of that bootin' up & stuntin' ain't gonna get you nowhere
If you not 'bout shootin' up something, man, don't even go there
If y'all scared show y'all scared & put your sets down
We ain't got to wait, look at this beef you can get wet now

I gotta holla at Stank, Dookie, Paul, & Survival
OD, my n***a Ducky, Soulja Slim be with Sarada
Now clap for a B.M
Clap for a Benz & if you clap it right I'ma give you these 20's & 10's
3rd Coast got money, we got plenty to spend
Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them
(Yeah, this is big business right chea. Rap-A-Lot, U.T.P, 2004, put your U's up)
[Chorus: Wacko]
Where the East Coast at? West Coast at? Down south at? Midwest at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, West Coast)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Down south, midwest)

Where Zoe Pound at? Shadow Boyz at? What's up homie, where them toys at?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

[Outro: Wacko]
Yep
Yep
2004
Rap-A-Lot
U.T.P
Holla back
Huh?
Juvie, Jay
I got y'all
I got y'all