Lyrics
Trey Songz
Went to sleep real, woke up reala
Goon affiliated ex-drug dealer
Resume solid street cred bigga
Clique full of souljas, all us killas
Never seen what I'm, what they called a real nigga
Pocket full of cash, body full of liquor
Put my whips on it bet he ain't trilla
If I don't know ya, homie, hand on pistol
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Key to the city name, carry weight
I don't fuck with niggas most of ?em fake
You went behind the ears, jumped off the post late
Where I'm from homie I don't let the goons ache
Came up slow all off a shake
Grandma dyin? hard to be straight
Just left court, my dog lost his case
They gave him life, homie, off of them 28's
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Product of the hood came from the gutta
Been through it all still remain a hustla
Ride or die homie, before I fucking struggle
Chopper game serious, got it from my brotha
Learned the hard way, streets don't love ya
Snitchin? at a high dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky then you gon? suffa
I'm da man homie, can't deny it, sucka
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Written by SIMS JR., RICHARD / WALKER, CARLOS / WAY, CORY / SMITH, BRODERICK
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
Went to sleep real, woke up reala
Goon affiliated ex-drug dealer
Resume solid street cred bigga
Clique full of souljas, all us killas
Never seen what I'm, what they called a real nigga
Pocket full of cash, body full of liquor
Put my whips on it bet he ain't trilla
If I don't know ya, homie, hand on pistol
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Key to the city name, carry weight
I don't fuck with niggas most of ?em fake
You went behind the ears, jumped off the post late
Where I'm from homie I don't let the goons ache
Came up slow all off a shake
Grandma dyin? hard to be straight
Just left court, my dog lost his case
They gave him life, homie, off of them 28's
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Product of the hood came from the gutta
Been through it all still remain a hustla
Ride or die homie, before I fucking struggle
Chopper game serious, got it from my brotha
Learned the hard way, streets don't love ya
Snitchin? at a high dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky then you gon? suffa
I'm da man homie, can't deny it, sucka
You lookin? at tha man
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
Action fo? da camras
You can ask tha fans
?Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yea
You lookin? at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin? when I move
Askin? what it do
You lookin? at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks ?n? rubabands, yup
Written by SIMS JR., RICHARD / WALKER, CARLOS / WAY, CORY / SMITH, BRODERICK
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.