It's Tha Kid Album Version (Explicit) E

Yeah. I need you to feel this one right now. Ha. Yeah. Listen, uh, it go, yeah. Uh, yeah. Yeah. Listen. Uh. Now it's the kid with the click-clack, And bone raps and known to make hit tracks. Go 'head, rewind that 'cause this shit gotta play Back. On the map, ask DOC, it's still like This, like that, and like this. And, uh, I'm a full-grown bread winner. I marinate that hoe, then I dig up in Her. Ass woody, a natural born killer, And I came to kill the game, you suckers, And stack figures. A gold digger, Known as a cold chiller. Ain't nobody wanna step 'cause you know I rip Your sim simmer. Who got the keys to that Reefer? Straight out my Beamer, call me a street Sweeper. Uh, street dreamer, holding the chrome Meager to your dome. The blast like Carly teacher, Uh. They say you killers, but they dying to Meet ya. You cats ain't shit, so I say Back at ya like... We come in peace and mean no harm. We ready to rock the microphone. Take names, spit flames, and twist the globe. The Esés and we came right back for more. Go on, girl, get your ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah, Yeah. Go girl, get that ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah. Now it's the kid, can you top that? I lean back like Joe Crack that dons back. In the hood with kids that chef dope sacks. And ride tag-a-last, jumped in the mink, then hopped Out the Maybach. Where them girls at? Uh, I need about four Or five of them hoes to escort me to The club, jack. Got the mac, han. I smack it up, flip it, rub it down 'til you completely stop standing. Uh, but keep it cool like that 'cause I'm A G. I got rules to this game I Rap and floss B. G'd up from the fee Up cat. Got money, got mommies, Got flows, in fact, I got boats, got yachts, And whips that ain't came out yet. Caviar dreams and steak and scrip delicates. Man, I'm living the life and I ain't selling It. Had no electricity and stayed with them candles Lit. We come in peace and mean no harm. We ready to rock the microphone. Take names, spit flames, and twist the globe. The Esés and we came right back for more. Go on, girl, get your ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah, Yeah. Go on, girl, get that ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah. Now it's the kid, quick to bust back on Any sucker MC ready to diss that. Whether it's me or Pops, I will attack cats With no questions asked, so better face facts. And any rapper who trying to make a comeback Can go back and stay up out of the Biz-nass. You got that? 'Cause the Frost is back, jack. And the rest of the class can lick an Ass crack. 'Cause we got that. We come in peace and mean no harm. We ready to rock the microphone. Take names, spit flames, and twist the globe. The Esés and we came right back for more. Go on, girl, get your it. Shake it and get that to moving, yeah, Yeah. Go girl, get that ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah. Come on. We come in peace and mean no Harm. We ready to rock the microphone. Take names, spit flames, and twist the globe. The Esés and we came right back for more. Go on, girl, get your ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah, Yeah. Go on, girl, get that ass into it. Shake it and get that ass to moving, yeah. Come on. Uh. Yeah. Come Like this. Clap Come on, clap. Clap your hands. Come on, clap. Clap your hands. Come on, clap. Clap your hands. Come on, clap. Yeah. Keep cl-keep clapping your hands, now. Keep clapping your hands. Now I want everybody from Avenue D, do me a favor. Let me hear y'all say... I don't Even Like this vato. I'm doing shit for Scoob, the Vato talking about they're the Esés, but they don't Like bald-headed Locos. Where they think the Esés came from, ese? It's like, he told me, "Yeah." I said, "You an Esé vato?" He goes, "Chales, I'm Southern American." I looked at that vato in the face and Told him, "Okay, yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever."