Lyrics:

I came in the game
Displayin amazin things
Drop top whips
Ice chains and rings

The flows I flip straight
Blow your brains
I get with chicks
Don't know their names

I don't give a fuck
I ain't got no shame
I got my cash up
So I'm not the same

I'm all thugged out
But I'm not to blame
I need this one
To protect my frame

Niggaz that get bread
Gotta keep toasters
Or have a thug friend
Watchin over their shoulders

Everywhere we go, man
I roll with my soldiers
Big Bro fool
We takin over

Don't watch where we hang
don't watch where we bang
Don't watch where we
slang them things
Got that whip with amazin rims just for ladies not gentle men
Hear my song don't get me wrong
you can admire but don't look too long
My thing must look extra cris
cuz all eyes on me when
I'm on the strip
Lookin at me like I ain't shit
Lookin at my car like it ain't my whip
But I'm fuckin your chicks
like it ain't my dick
So when they're asking for their
baby daddy I ain't it - shit

(Chorus)
So what if I twist a chick one time
then make a switch
Don't watch that
So what if I get my doe on the road slangin 'bo
Don't watch that
So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me
Don't watch that
So what if I mac this way
rap this way and I'm from the UK

Here we come again,
things are not the same,
We now run the game
Don't watch our flow, our
doe and how it grows
and grows and grows...
You know you can't complain
we are not to blame
Snatchin all the fame
We got the rhymes the
beats to thrill
You know the deal

You don't want no trouble
You just want a bubble
Up in the club
Getta drink, getta double
Pull up a girl
Make sure she don't snob you
You can get that if you don't crumble
Now you feelin good
True your brockin out and that
And the base don't fuck about and that
When you bounce you'll be leavin out with that
Up in the draws you'll be skinnin out the cat
If that ass ain't fat
don't watch that
Titties ain't all that
don't watch that
Matter of fact, you should be happy with that
Cos if it wasn't for her then you wouldn't have tapped trick

(Chorus 2)
So what if my chain iced out
Bling in the club when the lights out
Don't watch that
So what if I scoop a chick regardless of who she with
Don't watch that
So what if my car on dubs drop top when I pull up at the club
Don't watch that
So what if I hang with the G's and only thug niggas ride with me

Here we come again
things are not the same
We now run the game
Don't watch our flow, our
doe and how it grows
and grows and grows...
You know you can't complain
we are not to blame
Snatchin all the fame
We got the rhymes the beats to thrill
You know the deal

Them man's ain't ruff enough
Gimme the mic
Let me bust it up
I got the lyrical midaz touch

To shizzel my nizzel
My rhymes is tough
Plus its original
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 we're gettin 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 ain't typical rippin you, stageshows are unmissable
Hitting you, with some shit
You can get into, flip a few
Bars of rap that'll get at
you man, I'm tellin you

(Chorus)
So what if I twist a chick one time
then make a switch
Don't watch that
So what if I get my doe on the road slangin 'bo
Don't watch that
So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me
Don't watch that
So what if I mac this way
rap this way and I'm from the UK

Here we come again,
things are not the same,
We now run the game
Don't watch our flow, our doe
and how it grows and grows and grows...
You know you can't complain
we are not to blame
Snatchin all the fame
We got the rhymes the beats to thrill
You know the deal