Lyrics:

One, Two, Three, Four
Fizzo came though and I'm blazin' out the door
Hold five to six hoes causin frenzies while round the globe
And my belly stay froze cause chain hang low
Now I'm gettin' it paid every single day
Wit my niggas my niggas Chris and J
Now its best y'all move out my way
Cause y'all been havin' bad days every since I took place
Dudes wit fast names can't seem to win a race
Don't try to spit dog if you can't you can't make a hit
Don't try to make her shake if she don't move like a snake
Throw it on her like a champion
Bouncin' like a trampline
I tellin' you sweet things you think I mean
Its only right that we get this green
If the game is open
I'm taking it like Ivy
If rap was ball
I'd have points like Kobe (ya heard)

Fizzo got flow
The fizzo got flow (what)
Fizzo got flow
The fizzo got flow (c'mon)
Fizzo got flow
The fizzo got flow you think you know but you have no idea

I came in this game abrupt
Y'all said whos him
Slim wit the tilted brim on powder blue tims
Wasnt wrong long 'fore I filled my chain wit gems
Turned linen to benz brought a e-class benz
Now y'all wanna say how we speak so fluent
How we keep the crowds moving
Our hope is neva truent
Do I have to say that I'm betta then y'all
When ya album can't compare to my sixteen bars
Y'all got me confused I don't kick it wit nerds
Ima grown man y'all kids like Big Bird
Look dog I don't think you heard
Hit 'em up spit 'em up get it 'em up word

(Talking)

This is ridiculous man
No this is hideous (its crazy)
No ima tell you what it is
It's a god damn shame... It's a got damn shame
It's tha R R Kelly... Holla

(Chorus) until fade