Lyrics: Frederick Givens II/Norman Payne/Jackie Plant Jr./Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Music: Frederick Givens II/Norman Payne/Jackie Plant Jr./Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Look like DJ Chose
Hardbody
Woadie got a body he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold hope God bless his soul
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't gotta drop a bag got n***as to do that s**t for free
Grr
Ain't gotta spend a band got n***as to do that s**t for me
Got a house up in the 'burb but mama I'm still in these streets
Ooh-ooh
Know that we be actin'
Playin'
That AC that I'm packin' is compact
'Pact
Ask around my city I work that ratchet
Yeah
I'm livin' what they rappin' pull it out like Go Go Gadget
Boaw
I put my savage on even though he active
Yeah
Get a bag and not a casket
Yeah yeah yeah
I was taught to get it in the old way
Old way
I was slingin' iron up on that tollway
Tollway
I been traumatized I can't let nobody close babe
Snakes in disguise told me lies with a bold face
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine
Woadie got a body he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold hope God bless his soul
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't gotta drop a bag got n***as to do that s**t for free
Grr
Ain't gotta spend a band got n***as to do that s**t for me
Got a house up in the 'burb but mama I'm still in these streets
Ooh-ooh
Let off clips when we drill s**t clap his dome
With some old heads on field trips like chaperones uh
These n***as vaginal my n***as animals
From the murder capital where catchin' bodies casual
Keep these angels guardin' me saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfectin' my artistry grew up on Tha Carter III
Shoot like we play for varsity these slugs'll hit his artery
He can't be with gang we revoked him of his membership
Out here writin' statements like he workin' on his penmanship
Hellcat just for racin' f**k around and bought the dealership
Mama look I made it and I still got all my killers here
Woadie got a body he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code hope God bless his soul
Right hand on the Bible tell the lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold hope God bless his soul
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain't gotta drop a bag got n***as to do that s**t for free
Grr
Ain't gotta spend a band got n***as to do that s**t for me
Got a house up in the 'burb but mama I'm still in these streets
Ooh-ooh
Yeah I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real ain't think of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine