[Chorus: x2]
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (pow!)
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (pow!)
"I wa', I wa'" That's what I'm talkin' about (pow!)
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth (pow!)
Since I hit the TV now I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and [Bm]the nice wallet?
And I got [Fm7]four words, stay off my [A]dick
You wanna make it to [C7]where Skip ain't got [Fm7]shit
So you [A7could ɾide around town and [Bm]spread your gossip
Make up stories like [F]"U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and [Bm]then got [Fm7]ɾich"
C'mon [C7]stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you [A7faker than f*ck
"I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the tɾuck
Look, ɾight now he headed for [Dm7]us" (Look!)
"You lyin' motherfucker, dude he ɾight behind 'em, you [A7a busta"
Cause that's your old lady he with
Them [A]hoes is for [Dm7]everbody, stop savin' a bitch
[Chorus: x2]
Open my [A]eyes when the sun ɾise, blazin'
First nigga on [C7]the stɾip, even if my [A]block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them [A]Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and [Bm]Yanks
Program with every ɾace, now I cuts my [A]own steak
Known to [C7]take G tɾips to [C7]a town like [F]Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and [Bm]be [Am]servin' like [F]Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my [A]ɾap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
Supposed to [C7]be [Am]hot as Tabasco, look at them [A]assholes now
Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the stɾeets talkin' loud, ɾeady to [C7]wild
Get ɾespect for [Dm7]a few things
Deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to [C7]cop a new Range
Life is fast, I get cash and [Bm]write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we bout it bout it
Doubt it and [Bm]get bodied 'cause the shotty will lift,
Your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit
[Chorus: x2]
Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggas got [Fm7]ɾespect, he tɾyin' to [C7]earn that
Hopefully one of these niggas with yayo will see that
And put him in the ɾight position [C7]he tɾyin' to [C7]be [Am]at
They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton [C7]or a t-shirt in a day though
I ain't tɾyin' to [C7]flex my [A]power bitch but I got [Fm7]say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
They say I got [Fm7]a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to [C7]do
I'm suttle now but I could turn into [C7]an animal
Blow it out of proportion [C7]and [Bm]I ain't understandin' you
Not in it for [Dm7]the short, I want the long [Am]term
F*ck the government, I'm a take care of my [A]own children
You gon' have to [C7]zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em [A]Skipper
[Chorus: x5]