[Cam'ron]Yo J.R.They been waiting for you dawgThey been askingYou ready?You up motherfuckerDipset, let's goWriter![HOOK:JR Writer]To all my hustlers, rock smugglersStrugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglersWhat's the word ya'll, flip that erb rawClap (clap clap) that's the bird callIf the cops are coming, get the hopping, runningQuick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'nPut away that erb raw, let's us know the word orClap (clap clap) that's the bird call[JR Writer]I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's litSo much water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sickSkeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b lipsDown low like i'm tryna keep her a secretAcura on chrome, passing me domeNext minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it homeBut I always keep a straggler that's knownTo bone & run to a lap faster than Marion JonesMan listen I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch itCorner to the damn kitchenGained a couple fans had to make a transitionBut i'm still in the hood like a transmissionNo cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's half as nasty?I got it locked from here all the way to cackalackyBut keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffyShit this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me[HOOK:JR Writer]To all my hustlers, rock smugglersStrugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglersWhat's the word ya'll, flip that erb rawClap (clap clap) that's the bird callIf the cops are coming, get the hopping, runningQuick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'nPut away that erb raw, let's us know the word orClap (clap clap) that's the bird call[Lil' Wayne]Bird man JR and J.R.Pigeons know who they are, niggas gotta pay offSnitches know the say all, if chickens on the radarI'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah)Scrape off the plates, shake off the flakesBag daddy make all the cakeI gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm AdolfBut ya'll can't see me... Ray CharlesI steal whores, i'll probably take yoursCause you peel off, and I take offGive me no space, what ever I wan't I takeWhat ever I need I bleed & succeed bitch nigga don'tbreath on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought feeding em' seedsthat's green, you don't know about itfull clip how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeahHOOK:JR Writer]To all my hustlers, rock smugglersStrugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglersWhat's the word ya'll, flip that erb rawClap (clap clap) that's the bird call[Cam'ron]Damn homeyIn high school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told meShit, same ole cat, get his kangol clappedBrains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame don't rapShame on black, the game so wackDame sonned you childrenFrom infront of ya building right to a hundred millionDead pimpin pimpin, dead actor doggyGet ya limp off pimpin, if they acting froggyTell em' back up off me, I come down clap the 40Cal, that's a badder story, i'm not in my catagoryMess around, Dame held Def Jam downSo pardon my back, jackin in em' left hand poundsRed neck found, tech tech pound, duck duck goosePump pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadlyFor green fetti, my whole team ready[HOOK:JR Writer]To all my hustlers, rock smugglersStrugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglersWhat's the word ya'll, flip that erb rawClap (clap clap) that's the bird callIf the cops are coming, get the hopping, runningQuick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'nPut away that erb raw, let's us know the word orClap (clap clap) that's the bird call ... (more)
