{yella talkinÂ’}
My dog gonna be home with a story to tell
Ya see, yÂ’all know what IÂ’m talkinÂ’ bout

{yella boy}
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up eddie bow
Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic
Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs
I donÂ’t have nothinÂ’ if I donÂ’t have you
Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to
Bounce for that outfit the oneÂ’s who mean it
WonÂ’t ya bounce for that outfit and donÂ’t ya be greedy
DonÂ’t donÂ’t be greedy, donÂ’t donÂ’t cha be greedy
Shhh, bout to make me go to far
Unless ya bout the whole third they called
Ya see, ya wonÂ’t some nine seven lincolnÂ’s
With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya cominÂ’ around
ItÂ’s best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me
I want means and tina marie
ItÂ’s best you get a built in alarm cuz I got me a gat and
IÂ’m a try to set the whole third on the back
Ya get it, got to get it right nigga, handle ya business
Oops, there they go to rouxÂ’s five o
Stash-o left his bundle sittinÂ’ on the ramp
Stash-o bundle must be dippinÂ’ out the cut
Stash-o bundle must be sittinÂ’ on the ramp
IÂ’m always jumpinÂ’ shop never dressinÂ’ like a champ
IÂ’m up early in the morninÂ’ on the breakfast smokinÂ’ weed
IÂ’m bout to go to regal scoop, fresh pair of arenaÂ’s
I went on deli shake and dressed mighty gentle
I said look at my snaps and bout another rental
I brought my nigga to nickelÂ’s cuz that was a school
TellinÂ’ all them ninth ward niggaÂ’s that the third ward rules
I walked into the school and standinÂ’ on the yard
A chick snuck and asked me was I from the third ward
NiggaÂ’s came out the buildinÂ’ and they was bootinÂ’ me up
I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them cowardÂ’s duck
I told my oÂ’l lady IÂ’ll be back to see
I went to mac melph calio a booker t
So they pilled up in a trooper I was gasinÂ’ it
Boo-koo, akÂ’s, macÂ’s pumpÂ’s and shit and i
Was so darn able goinÂ’ out st. claud
With my kangol to the back representinÂ’ the third ward

Chorus:
DonÂ’t ya be greedy donÂ’t donÂ’t be greedy
DonÂ’t donÂ’t cha be greedy
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up eddie bow
Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic
Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs
I donÂ’t have nothinÂ’ if I donÂ’t have you
Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to
Bounce for that outfit the oneÂ’s who mean it
WonÂ’t ya bounce for that outfit and donÂ’t ya be greedy
DonÂ’t donÂ’t be greedy, donÂ’t donÂ’t cha be greedy

{yella boy}
Higgy hop the fence, put the gunÂ’s in the grass
You can see the rep smoke poppinÂ’ out they ass
See we caught seven niggaÂ’s slippinÂ’ in the class room
TryÂ’na jump out the window but they couldnÂ’t and
I donÂ’t mind dyinÂ’ I see that shit
Five niggaÂ’s got killed letÂ’s go hop the fence quick

Chorus:

{yella boy}
On the real like a man you gotÂ’s to be real
If you hanginÂ’ in that third, you bestÂ’s be out to kill
Cuz we walk by, fight by, drive by to
Hang a forty five and a ap medal to
Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch
Where dey at get the gat first
I gotÂ’s to take a piss
IÂ’m a magnolia man, a calio king
IÂ’m servinÂ’ boo-koo dog hoes out the melpomene
I know ya thought I wouldnÂ’t be back
But ya canÂ’t keep me down,donÂ’t forget about the u
And the ca¡ìh money clown, twerk all right
Getty up eddie bow, IÂ’m a serve ya body up when
I get in the shower, IÂ’m a good lookinÂ’ rapper
I ainÂ’t tryÂ’na front, IÂ’m a good lookinÂ’ rapper I ainÂ’t
TryÂ’na stunt, next week IÂ’m gettinÂ’ the rental and
The royal blue, with the white interior and gold daytonÂ’s to
Go dj, thatÂ’s my dj, go dj, thatÂ’s my dj

Chorus:
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
DonÂ’t ya be greedy donÂ’t donÂ’t be greedy
DonÂ’t donÂ’t cha be greedy

{yella boy}
Me and my dj, mannie fresh we done shut the pieces
We fuckinÂ’ wiveÂ’s, we fuckinÂ’ daugherÂ’s, and even nieceÂ’s
These hoes like mosquitos suckinÂ’ dick and lickinÂ’ nutÂ’s
FuckinÂ’, dogginÂ’, leavinÂ’, makinÂ’ Â’em run behind that dick
I be servinÂ’ Â’em puttinÂ’ Â’em up cuz IÂ’m a fool from that three
Yella boy, mannie fresh, we win the contest
I must confess we rank as the best
I spin the bin with hot bulletÂ’s I hope ya got yo vest
Nigga, on the real in this nine seven area
I be in the n-o-l-i-a area if ya scared
Ya end up in the back of the dumpster
With two to the motherfuckinÂ’ head
Go dj, go dj, go dj, thatÂ’s my dj, thatÂ’s my dj

Chorus:{from last verse}