Lyrics:

[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let's get at it dog, whoo!

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns Aiming your pound pretending they proud But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (maaann) They something like a hater man Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man You constantly frontin until you confronted on If you don't like whats going on gwoin to another song Cause I keep a hater guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my car go Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[JD:]
But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
[ML:]
See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
The sun'll come out.. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove it home outta town limosines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for 'Country Grammar' to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B' That's how it is, how it better be I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin I'm basically coming from nothing to somethi