[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Ballin' through my hood, ain't you clean, fool
Show love, finna get stuck up
Trail that bitch, ain't my thing, sweet black sugar fuckin' stang
Laid back, Glock tight, full of that Tanqueray
When I scope I hope a n***a drop off that cheese
I don't wanna hurt nobody 'less I gotta click for them kis, mane, let's stick up these
Hizzo in the hizzo spizzot, G-I-M-I Sum, Lil Buck
Pistol grip, pistol whip
Don't you trip without your clip, my nig
If you ain't kinfolk
Deuce double one is what me do
Biddy bop, me Glock fall on yo' chest
Unless you brought your bulletproof
I'm jealous, fellas roll too clean
I gotta get mine so I wanna take yours
Smack me with somethin', nine Glock, fuck that just gonna kick it on in
Don't you shout, don't you make no noise
I'm down to die for mine all the time
Lay yo bitch ass down clown, seventeen rounds
I can shoot at your face, I won't miss, turn on this
Infrared got you scared, barber Paul pluggin' heads
Jack feet nimble, get jacked so quick
Jack with a Jason mask on that bitch
Terrifyin' these n***as soul, 666, we like that shit, see
Biatch
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in

[Verse 2: 411]
I'm chiefin', I'm smokin', I'm also attackin' the babbage, the practice that keep me high
Indico up in my mind, cappin' these bitches, and watch 'em die
Be trainin' duties, strictly be bustin' the tone, n***as that be from the South
Gimme the fuckin' cheese, trick, before I commence to pull my yawk
Bullet to ya scapula, bitch, don't gimme no hesitation
Cuz a n***a like 411, I'm quick to click with aggravation
Determination in my blood, wait for a bitch or n***a to splurge
I'm creepin', I'm stainin', I'm robbin' you n***as who dodgin' and don't know when to serve
When I strap my .45 Glock I'm constantly creepin', that's no surprise
N***a, this ain't no bad dream, open yo mothafuckin' eyes
Finger on da trigger, thinkin' crazy when I'm anxiously
Riddlin' off of wreckin' shit in the progress of a robbery
No need for the 411 to ask for ya mothafuckin' stash spot
Prepare to cap yo ass in the head and run off with yo fuckin' rocks
The legend out the fuckin' [?] and vamp away from the fuckin' scene
Another pimp from the South, 411, I'm comin' clean
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in
N***as comin' clean, rollin' mean
I'm gettin' 'bout tired of this shit
This that-this that type of shit that'll make you click, to get your ass in