Push C'mon she almost there push c'mon C'mon c'mon push it's almost there One more time c'mon C'mon push baby one more time Harder harder push harder Push push c'mon One more time here it goes I see the head Yeah c'mon Yeah Yeah You did it baby yeah The hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang The boogey to the boogedy beat Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin', to the beat God damnit Voletta, what the fuck are you doin'? You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?) I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting What the fuck are you doing? You can't control the guy, I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy (What the fuck do you want me to do?) If if you can't fucking control that boy, I'ma send him (All you fucking do is bitch at me) Bitch, bitch, I'ma send his motherfuckin' ass to a group home goddamnit, what? I'll smack the shit outta you bitch, what, what the fuck? (Kiss my black ass motherfucker) You're fuckin' up (Comin' in here smelling like sour socks you dumb motherfucker) Gizmo's cuttin', up for the Suckers that's, down with me What nigga you want to rob them motherfuckin' trains you crazy? Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin' right, nigga yes Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke? Yeah nigga but, but Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker? We need to get some motherfuckin' paper nigga Nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin' train Just listen man, your mother givin' you money nigga? My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga Is you wit me? Motherfucker is you wit me? Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon Alright then nigga lets make it happen then All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin' floor Get on the motherfuckin' floor Chill, give me all your motherfuckin' money And don't move nigga I want the fuckin' jewelry Give me every fuckin' thing Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out Shut the fuck up bitch, give me your fuckin' money motherfucker Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit What the fuck you holdin' on to that shit for bitch? Open C74, Smalls Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door So how does it feel leavin' us? C'mon man, what kind of fuckin' question is that man? Tryin' to get the fuck up out this joint dog Yeah, yeah, you'll be back You niggaw always are Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin' about? You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more We'll see I got big plans nigga, big plans