Lyrics Intro - Andy Yola

Man hold up
Man hold up
Man hold up
Man hold up
I done swung on a swing
Pop my trunk and
Man hold up
I done swung on a swing
Pop my trunk and
Man hold up
I done swung on a swing
Pop my trunk and show 5 or 6 rings

Open that nine, if you bitch niggas gotta decline
They gotta be blind to think they can stop Slim Shyne
They out of they mind, so I guess I gotta rewind
All them ho ass niggas that I'm one of a kind

All these beats bang by me
We playin' these boppers cool

Texas, this where you get that paint from
Where you get that dank from and that purple drank from
Say nigga, Texas, this where you get your game from
Where you get your slang from and you get cocaine from

Microphone check, man I'm 'bout to wreck
Got ice on my neck, got ice on my neck
I just flew across the country in a Concorde jet
Came straight to the club and valeted my 'Vette

Still is a minor, do it on the vinyl
Play the VCR, lay back or recliner

The dope house, got it snowin' in the summer
Drug runner, fuck a Hummer, gonna want a fast lotta
Attack like piranha
My next big hit's called "Hubba Hubba Hubba"
I smoke her 'cause I love her, by the Danny Glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother
I fuck another nigga in your trash can
Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance
I came up out the cut, buyin' lots of trophy trucks