Lyrics:

It's like one to the two and 313 I say, what, what, W-H-A-T Put yo' hands where my eyes can see Feelin' lovely, simpley bubbley Can't we, cop a oz and stay free? Invisible, so you can't see me Feelin' iry, no envy Got a pocket full of money cuz I'm slangin' that D Watch me twirk it, baby I see you work it, lady Watch me twirk it, baby I see you work it, baby(4x) Well I be the navigator on this navigation I stay aviation through out the whole nation MC's got a bad case of perpatration All those playin' out the word player hater You must be a player to be player hated So don't even state it if you can't regulate it Yeah, I made it, you know them boys get faded Mo' chedda, chedda, cuz nobody does it better With a Guchi sweater make it better but I like it sweater Straight to the bar, 7-Up and Armaretta Get me what you got, I need a double shot And if you got a fat monkey girl, baby, baby, baby, baby make it pop Watch me twirk it, baby I see you work it, lady Watch me twirk it, baby I see you work it baby(4x) You gotta twirk that, work that Let me squirt that Tearin' up the club in the back of Kodiak Triple six mobbin', head bobbin' Money ain't no probbin', got the girls swingin' like Tarzan For all them suckas want a robbin' Only black talon slugs that I'm lobbin' And uh, it might stop, if uh my glock pop But me uh will not bust off the gun shots So no need for you to call the cops If you hear the music to loud up the block I always gotta mo', so Mc's wanna clone My style, straight out ya zone, like Maurice Malone Mo-Town, no place like home Get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'e