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 f!#$ing 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 something

When I say nothing meaning pocket full of lint and buttons

(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon?)

Stop a hotter teen went from nada to a lot of things



[Chorus]



[Verse: Murphy Lee]

People always saying man it must be nice

No hi no nothing not a simple house life

Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood

So don't be asking for no 'inch' be expecting the 'foot'

Unless you want a foot (whoo!)

I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put

And it might not cost me playa

Got a Benz pepper interior, paint salty playa

And we all push it, but me I push it real good

Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood

Catch me on your local derrty

Or in the studio doing vocals derrty

I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew

Let the girls do me while you do you

And um, all I need is JD beat to be banging

And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slanging

I be ripping man



[Chorus - to end]