SNS / Roland (Skit)

All aboard!
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride

S-N, S-S-N-S (Uh-huh)
S-N, S-S-N-S (Uh-huh)
S-N, S-S-N-S (Uh-huh)
S-N, S-S-N-S (M.I.A.)
We sendin' this to Y-O-U (Y-O-U, uh-huh)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you wanna do (Bock, bock, bock)
This is the funk (That funk), it's somethin' new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to

All the pretty little young and sexy women
And they great-great grandmas love it when we, uhh
Make 'em shake they body-bodies
It's the number one clique who love to party
We from the bottom, M-I-A
Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay
Money Mark and the S-N-S
We don't play no day, no way, what you say?

I got my eye on victory

To take my crew down in history
Uh, S-N-S so fresh, so clean
And can't none of y'all fuck with my team
Anything less than that is just a dream
We gotta be sittin' on top, y'all mean?
Y'all done slipped, so we slidin' in
We sellin' records like Cubans be traffickin'

Bet yo' ass this shit won't stop
You know C-O got shit on lock
Huh, big boy takin' over the block
We got kids on the curb goin' "Bawk, bawk"

Now hold up, wait a minute
Let me get a little gangsta with it
Can you dig it? Pop the Belve and swig it
Y'all rap 'bout it, we live it
Papi gon' get it, seven digits
Seats in the six coupe made of lizards
And we won't stop like Puff and them
Whether it's crack or rap hustlin'
'Cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest
Radio gon' play this regardless

S-N-S, bust like a S-K-S

Better ask somebody who the best, yes

S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
We sendin' this to Y-O-U (Y-O-U, uh-huh)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you wanna do (Bock, bock, bock)
This is the funk (That funk), it's somethin' new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to

Call me Rosco Pico Tram
And I come through in that seven-trey thang

Play with it, I'll spray the damn thang
See down here, that's a everyday thang

Guns and green, them dub deuces
Copped them half price from the boosters
See thugs wasn't big enough
You wanted beef with the thugs and the club wasn't big enough
All G's to the V-I-P
Hoes follow along right after me

It's S-N-S in this bitch
Matter of fact, I be the best in this shit
Put me on your next remix
Now count the spins that you get
See, shit get crazy, dog

I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties, y'all

Where the packed jam junkies at? Light it up
The boy 'bout to bring it back for

S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
We sendin' this to Y-O-U (Y-O-U, uh-huh)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you wanna do (Bock, bock, bock)
This is the funk (That funk), it's somethin' new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to

S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
We sendin' this to Y-O-U (Y-O-U, uh-huh)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you wanna do (Bock, bock, bock)
This is the funk (That funk), it's somethin' new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to

Niggas spoilin' these women, 'specially in the strip clubs now
Niggas throwin' twenty dollar bills at the strippers
I'm in the corner of my hot three dollars
Them hoes ain't payin' me no mind
And you got some niggas you can't take it
'Cause they be fallin' in love with these strippers
Type of shit is this?
I took my cousin to the strip club
Next thing I know, he on the, on the stripper
He was talkin' 'bout, "Why you in here doin' this?"