Album: Golden Grain





(feat. Shawnna)



[Shawnna talking]

Posted... aah... mo'fucca...

Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...

Posted... haah... mo'fucca...

Posted... c'mon... yo...



[Verse 1]

I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club

With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club

I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club

And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club

Tryina see who they can freak in the club

A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club

Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club

Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club

Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club

See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club

When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club

White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club

Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club

Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club

For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club

And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club

And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club

You can't breathe in the club

It's called...



[Chorus]

Posted...

Post in the back, post in the front

Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt

Post in the window, blowin' tha indo

Post with my kinfolk

Post in the cut

Post in the back, post in the front

Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt

Post in the window, blowin' tha indo

Post with my kinfolk

Post in the cut



[Verse 2]

Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit

Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit

I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??

E'rry nigga finna swore they here

We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack

With a 50-pack and some 20's

Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's

Ain't got no time for these bitchez cuz it's over now

You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now

Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou'

Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style

Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me

Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me

Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami

Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi

Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit

Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch

That's why I'm....



[Repeat Chorus]



[Verse 3]

When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit

Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz

This fo' ??

All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz

It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter

Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter

Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under

Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover

Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots

See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch

Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks

It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop

We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it

Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness

I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness

All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this

It's called...



[Repeat Chorus 2X]