text: Here we go now, yea
  Cmon, yea, check it
  I said my solo jump off been boomin since nine-six
  My solo jump off been boomin since nine-six
  Hittin trippin the circuit breaker, flickin the light switch
  The kid like is he known for givin you wild hits
  I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
  Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit
  Its like the feelin after watchin a couple of flick
  And once you hear the kid, youll be knowin the sound sick
  Spaz in the club, watchin the crowd flip
  Thats when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
  Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
  Bitch watchin my pocket, seein we wild rich
  Shorty hopin we smellin nothin like foul fish
  While you swingin ass at the devil, claimin you righteous
  A lot of haters Im knowin you like this
  While you floss unnecessarily, sippin on wild Crist
  I say LADIES, my MERCEDES
  Hold fo in the back, two if you fat
  Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
  When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
  Hey SOLDIERS, get your floss on
  Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
  Shorty shakin her waist, and rippin her thong
  Now all my people are muggin and singin the song, Im sayin
  Shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
  My shit still boomin in two-thousand and three
  And we dont give a fuck about who you claimin to be
  My jewels blind bitches where they aint able to see
  These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
  They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
  Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
  Takin different constant boats, from the land to the sea
  I got my paper see, I aint doin nuttin for free
  Unless its for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
  Niggas all in the street, whylin whippin the V
  Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
  Check it, take it back like when I was flippin a ki
  Bonin chicks, holdin titties like they was Pamela Lee
  You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
  And keep it goin add enough spice, we holdin the recipe
  Big paper we makin, all of my crew agree
  Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
  In case you niggas aint even knowin my pedigree
  Invested in resorts for the niggas who go and ski
  If you aint know the streets is belongin to me
  I get my people from the hood and then take em all on a spree shoppin
  While you niggas is busy coppin the pleas
  We busy blowin frontin like you aint knowin my stee
  Yea, snap yo fingers, cmon
  {heavy breathing}
  Here we go now, yea
  Cmon