(feat. Pimp C, Young Jeezy, Jay-Z & Z-Ro) 

[Intro] 
Smoke somethin, bitch 
UGK, hold up, talkin bout, uhh 

[Pimp C] 
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga 
Polo fuck that Hilfiger 
Made myself a ghetto star 
On the slab, sippin barre 
Smokin weed, sellin white 
Them other niggaz shit don't come back right 
That's how niggaz get popped 
Trying to get the cheaper price 
Watch yo' paper, guard your life 
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin right 
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight 
Cause niggaz out here jack every night 
I keep my mind on my money nigga fuck the fame 
Big face hun'erds, keepin the game 
Hittin the corner in the candy thang 
Sittin on leather, grippin the grain 

[Chorus: Z-Ro] + (Young Jeezy) 
Good weed, good drink, big money, we- (AYE!) 
Rollin in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin grain (YEEEAH!) 
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed 

[Bun B] 
Well I came in the door, I said it befo' 
I never fuck a hoe without head no more 
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four 
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show 
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile 
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile 
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sending men out 
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental 
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A. 
Motherfuck the judge, prosecutor and the DA 
Head to the H, where the hoes will fuck three way 
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say 
Never hear a hoe say no I won't, no I can't 
Stop it and no I don't 
Cause a bitch know that I might just explode 
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode 
Cause a nigga gettin throwed 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X 

[Young Jeezy] (adlibs) 
You already know what it is, nigga 
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga USDA 
I grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder) 
Break out the pot (YUP) heat up the water (DAMN!) 
Swear to God the minute man do tricks 
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow 
There go them bricks 
Slide through the hood (HOOD!) sittin on some big wheels 
Niggaz coppin white and turn flips like cartwheels 
Trapstar, my Nextel chirp all day (AYE!) 
Ridin' dirty, three nines and a four way (G-YEEEAH!) 

[Chorus] 

[Jay-Z] 
Big money, mayn. We only ride the best 
This one and only, big homey 
Tried to told you I'm thug, ha 

So far I'm tourin on foreign land 
Worldwide I'm known for the Arm & Hamm- 
-Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man 
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again 
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick 
Then I charted with the ROC nigga, hit by hit 
I'm retarded with the glock nigga, clip by clip 
The competition is none, they deceased to exist 
Let it breathe a little bit 
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz' 
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw 
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl 
Sure, y'all niggaz want war 
Y'all got it backwards, y'all should want raw 
Y'all should want more (And more, and more - uhh!) 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X