I came in the game

Displaying amazing things

Drop top whips

Ice chains and rings



The flows I flip straight

Blow your brains

I get with chicks

Dont know their names



I dont give a fuck

I aint got no shame

I got my cash up

So Im not the same



Im more thugged out

But Im not to blame

I need this one

To protect my frame



Niggers that get bread

Gotta have toasters

Or have a thug friend

Whatchin over their shoulders



Everywhere I go, man

I roll with my soldiers

Big-Bro fool

We takin over



Dont watch were we hang,

dont watch were we bang

Dont watch were we

slang them things

Got that whip with amazing rims just for ladies not gentle men

Hear my song dont get me wrong you can admire but dont

look too long

My thing must look extra

cris cuz all eyes on me when

Im on the strip

Looking at me like I aint shit

Looking at my car like

it aint my whip

But Im fucking your

chicks like it aint my dick

So when theyre asking for their

baby daddy I aint it - shit



Chorus



So what if I twist a chick

one time then make a switch

Dont watch that

So what if I get my doe on

the road slanging bo

Dont watch that

So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me

Dont watch that

So what if I mac this way rap

this way and Im from the UK



Here we come again,

things are not the same,

We now run the game

Dont watch our flow, our

dough and how it grows

and grows and grows...

You know you cant complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal



You dont want no trouble

You just want a bubble

Up in the club

Getta Drink, getta a double

Pull up a girl make sure

she dont snob you

You can get that if you

dont crumble

Now you feeling good

True your brocking out and that

And the base dont

fuck about and that

When you bounce youll

be leaving out with that

Up in the draws youll

be skinnin out the cat

If that ass aint fat dont watch that.

Titties aint all that,

dont watch that

Matter of fact, you should

be happy with that

Cos if it wasnt for her, then you wouldnt have tapped trick



Chorus 2



So what if my chain iced out

bling in the club when

the lights out

Dont watch that

So what if I scoop a chick

regardless of who she with

Dont watch that

So what if my car on dubs

drop top when I pull up

at the club

Dont watch that

So what if I hang with the

Gs and only thug niggas

ride with me



Here we come again,

things are not the same,

We now run the game

Dont watch our flow, our

dough and how it grows

and grows and grows...

You know you cant complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal



Them manz Aint ruff enough

Gimme the mic

Let me bust it up

I got da lyrical midaz touch



To shizzel my nizzel

My rhymes is tough

Plus its orginal

Every rhyme I bust I must



Come with the shit

To make the dance floor rip

Gun on my hip

But here to spit lyrics



Strictly for the Bitches

And my thug niggaz

And now were getting riches

And I love figures



Spitting them lyrical, syllables

Thug individuals

The persona is criminal

All I need is a minute to

come up with a miracle

Big Brovaz aint typical ripping you, stageshows are unmissable

Hitting you, with some shit

you can get into, flip a few

Bars of rap thatll get at

you man, Im telling you



Chorus



So what if I twist a chick

one time then make a switch

Dont watch that

So what if I get my doe on

the road slanging bo

Dont watch that

So what if I go on the rowdy

only bitches and thugs around me

Dont watch that

So what if I mac this way rap this way and Im from the UK



Here we come again, things

are not the same,

We now run the game

Dont watch our flow, our dough and how it grows and

grows and grows...

You know you cant complain

we are not to blame,

Snatching all the fame

We got the rhymes the

beats to thrill

You know the deal