Lyrics:

Young cat got back, did a little dig
Might be hearty, but he tough, doo rag and Timbs
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game


Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she dont know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only want to touch
Charge that to the game


But its all gravy, baby
Shots gettin popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weve got love for yall who sure dont know us


So we swerve in the Suburban switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Dont hate on us, were fabulous


We pay cellulars for local calls
Hatin kinds of demons up at the malls
???, thats how we roll
But dont hate on us, were fabulous


They met, he said how she was a dime
So nave that she believed every single line
17, first time slipped up, bout to have a child
Charge that to the game


Was just us and mom, single family home
She did the best she could, did it all her own
Met a man but he wont raise a child thats not his
own
Oh, no, oh, no, no


But its all gravy, baby
Shots gettin popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weve got love for yall who sure dont know us


So we swerve in the Suburban switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Dont hate on us, were fabulous


We pay cellulars for local calls
Hatin kinds of demons up at the malls
???, thats how we roll
But dont hate on us, were fabulous


With all that weve got
And no matter whatever together well weather the
storm
And meanwhile with all we got it might get rough, but
its alright
Cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
To get R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P