A-YO

Check it out, yo
 I be like, "Yiggy, yes, y'all", doctor on call
 I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall
 Got flow like the rappers in Great George
 Got weed? I got blunt, my name Jamal
 I pause, flick the ash from my L
 I pause like Run and Jason Mizell
 The MC is me, host for the night
 Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic
 I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct
 Then with my giant Hancock, I'll get the cheque
 I love trucks but drop-tops is the best
 From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me
 She like, "Red so cool"
 Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu
 Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes
 Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it
 Hop in my truck and roll up the window
 A-yo, you know what you in for
 Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo
 Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough
 Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?
 Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog
 Me, I want a little somethin', y'all could have it all
 I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draw
 That's why I push the pedal to the motherfuckin' floor
 With ten per cent method, don't you flush off the poor
 And still I keep it funky like four plus one more
 Get this money like, "In God we trust", trust your boy
 It's a given, livin' this life like it was written
 Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missin'
 Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition
 Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and
 Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
 If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride
 Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
 And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime
 Hop in my truck and roll up the window
 A-yo, you know what you in for
 Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo
 Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough
 Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great
 Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases
 I network on MySpace real late
 Hopin' my album make me another Bill Gates
 Around my crib, look how I live
 I'm a slob but Crip niggas say I get biz
 Anywhere I did a show women sayin'
 That I'm so amazin'
 Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end
 Another heist, another kite in the state pen
 My state business, shit, y'all dudes just break wind
 New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men
 I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work
 I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt
 My aim was since day one's dock
 How many shots will it take to make son drop?
 Hop in my truck and roll up the window
 A-yo, you know what you in for
 Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo
 Roll with Gs, I'ma show you how to get dough
 Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
 A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey