Artist(Band):504 Boyz

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[Chorus]: Master P {Choppa}

Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh)

Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh)

If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh)

{Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh)



[Verse 1]: Master P

Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back

Whodi owe me money I'ma bust his fuckin' ass

I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale

Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'cha

Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie

Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5

When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girls

Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl

Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon

Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon

I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake

I could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]: Curren$y

These lil' niggas can't take it anymore

I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore

Hoes breakin' down the doors, uhh

Because the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get on

It's Curren$y the motherfuckin' rookie of the year

This ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over here

Yeah, I'm makin' figures fuckin' with the Ghetto Bill

And a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]: Krazy

See this No Limit army nigga, that's my Kliq

The hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my bitch

For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricks

And this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick

And this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whip

With a chop of lead on the