chop niggas off like we comin in and out yeah we from the streets where nobody hit us up yeah i got the flame im fuckin up the house yeah one one eh one time yeah i got the gees i keep on lock my mama the boss she gave me the sauce she be rollin rollin liike we in the 80's where these niggas never got to hit a baddie im the daddy im the motherfucken kiddy with the juicy hallelujah father gody keep me heavy when im in the study with the broddies i be chasin out the paper ah ah ah tell my papa he the man ah we got the sauce we got the juice we got it all ah