[Intro: Starang Wondah]
Yeah, we go (word up)
To the motherfuckin' show
And when I get to the fuckin' spot promoter better have my dough (word up)
My name is the William H
My Game is to sell a million papes
And I don't know what imma do next so y'all just chill away
[Verse 1: Starang Wondah]
Ayo, imma real
Nigga pullin' up in the Bonneville
Smack bitches on they ass, matter fact imma chill
Keep it real yo, we're blow like [?]
Pull over on a highway, and kick all the hoes out
Ayo, we go stage to stage and blow all the shows out
Peace to my nigga Doc and this goes out
To my niggas on [?] whistlin' this
But without a black it ain't a spliff
And only niggas from the 'Ville could try and catch my drift
Hey mommy, yeah I see you, imma blow you a kiss
But if my niggas got a [?]
No style, we wild like the great outdoors
Word up, I fly outta L.A. and hang with outlaws
Who told me if you ain't ones you ain't about yours
What If I told you that I hang with killers
Who sold weed to your son that was known as dealers
Would you kiss me on my cheek and tell me who's the illest
[?] Bruce [?] Willis [?]
[Hook]
No doubt
No doubt
No doubt
No doubt
{Verse 2: Buckshot]
I'm looking for some back to dig on mattresses
Fuck it, give me singers, all actresses
I be like fire and brimstone
What the hell, burn a L and take your shorty to my hotel
Shorty like "Slow down, what [?]"
You know what go down when I'm polo down
Plus you see my glare, when you look at my hair you see black braids with black shades for me to stare
Oh yeah, [?] straight out the eight fifty, hoping she'll take a date to make with me
All because of my bracelet medalion
Shorty wildin' , ready to put [?]
[?] all night listening to Two Turntables and a Mic
Fuck [?] Buckshot a real life
Now I fucked her on the first day you can say I'm trife
Aight, yeah, whutchu yappin' about, this is Buck from Crown Heights the nigga with clout
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Steele]
Salute, when you see me Duke acknowledge the God
Real as they come as I'm to dumb to understand Allah
Shine far like Sallah, intelligent character
Far from a amateur [?] my caliber
Genereal, a hundred and one ways to handle y'all
Damaja, challenger, so supreme stamina
Stanford, play with fire in the flame get burnt
Slow down, study life and a lesson to learn
Live fast, die quick, get cash, drive whips
Bone chicks avoid scandalous niggas who ride dicks
Outta town trips on some money hustlin' shit
Bubblin' like a lunatic on sarafian shit
Timberland chukkas and shit, up in the whip
Puffin a spliff, shorty wanna suck on my clip
Wanna fuck me off, heard he on some Black Trump shit
Had to tell 'er slow down, take a poke off your lip
[Hook]
Yeah, we go (word up)
To the motherfuckin' show
And when I get to the fuckin' spot promoter better have my dough (word up)
My name is the William H
My Game is to sell a million papes
And I don't know what imma do next so y'all just chill away
[Verse 1: Starang Wondah]
Ayo, imma real
Nigga pullin' up in the Bonneville
Smack bitches on they ass, matter fact imma chill
Keep it real yo, we're blow like [?]
Pull over on a highway, and kick all the hoes out
Ayo, we go stage to stage and blow all the shows out
Peace to my nigga Doc and this goes out
To my niggas on [?] whistlin' this
But without a black it ain't a spliff
And only niggas from the 'Ville could try and catch my drift
Hey mommy, yeah I see you, imma blow you a kiss
But if my niggas got a [?]
No style, we wild like the great outdoors
Word up, I fly outta L.A. and hang with outlaws
Who told me if you ain't ones you ain't about yours
What If I told you that I hang with killers
Who sold weed to your son that was known as dealers
Would you kiss me on my cheek and tell me who's the illest
[?] Bruce [?] Willis [?]
[Hook]
No doubt
No doubt
No doubt
No doubt
{Verse 2: Buckshot]
I'm looking for some back to dig on mattresses
Fuck it, give me singers, all actresses
I be like fire and brimstone
What the hell, burn a L and take your shorty to my hotel
Shorty like "Slow down, what [?]"
You know what go down when I'm polo down
Plus you see my glare, when you look at my hair you see black braids with black shades for me to stare
Oh yeah, [?] straight out the eight fifty, hoping she'll take a date to make with me
All because of my bracelet medalion
Shorty wildin' , ready to put [?]
[?] all night listening to Two Turntables and a Mic
Fuck [?] Buckshot a real life
Now I fucked her on the first day you can say I'm trife
Aight, yeah, whutchu yappin' about, this is Buck from Crown Heights the nigga with clout
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Steele]
Salute, when you see me Duke acknowledge the God
Real as they come as I'm to dumb to understand Allah
Shine far like Sallah, intelligent character
Far from a amateur [?] my caliber
Genereal, a hundred and one ways to handle y'all
Damaja, challenger, so supreme stamina
Stanford, play with fire in the flame get burnt
Slow down, study life and a lesson to learn
Live fast, die quick, get cash, drive whips
Bone chicks avoid scandalous niggas who ride dicks
Outta town trips on some money hustlin' shit
Bubblin' like a lunatic on sarafian shit
Timberland chukkas and shit, up in the whip
Puffin a spliff, shorty wanna suck on my clip
Wanna fuck me off, heard he on some Black Trump shit
Had to tell 'er slow down, take a poke off your lip
[Hook]
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