[Shad3]

Oh
La-di-da-di-da-di
We likes to party-party
We always causin' trouble-trouble
Bothering everybody
We are just some men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch
YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
**** all of y'all who's going to Hell
Just keep on smilin' and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin'
And that's what we create, because that be our mission
So listen close to what we say
Because (what) this type of shit it happens everyday (what)
this type of shit it happens everyday (what)
this type of shit it happens everyday

I woke up around two in the mornin'
Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin'
Went into the BATHROOM to wash up
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
I said, mirra, mirra, on-on the wall, who be that toughest of-of them all?
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said...

You are, you conceited bastard!
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth
I ch-ch-changed my clothes, spiked my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh-dressed like a million dolla's
I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla'
Stepped out the crib, stopped short
Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
Shit I forgot my ****in' Cango