This Goes Out (Murphy Lee)

Uh, Yeah Ohh-Ohh What we have herre? Uh, Yeah Ooohh Uh, Yeah Ooohh This goes out to my Midwest crew Now hold ya M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me Fuck em all day, fuck em all night Candy paint on d's and fo's Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit, rap Hip-Hop, kid and nap Snoop Dogg 'Lac wit the diamond in the back I rep it like a mayor mayn Summin like a playa mayn St. Louis cookin' and I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam Praise the Lord or say peace to God I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool Claim where you from or we will claim where you move to Home is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked You could, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say shit I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em I aint dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em And keep it tight for em, and keep it hype for em And buy at the bar whatever gon keep the night goin Do what you do and you do it, just do it big And if you live to get it then you gon get it how you live cuz.. This goes out to my West Coast crew Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me Fuck em all day, fuck em all night Hit the switch on yo six fo's Naps, rock, skit West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack Swerve in the Cadillac Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride Through that place known worldwide It's the Westside.. Chronic, Daytons, switches, dubs Cap turned to the back wit skirts at the Caddy shack Los Angeles where they sag to the mud Drop the back let it drag, du rags full of thugs Ya hard to the back, car full of "blat" Why A's decay, we way hard ok? I rock a 5 double O wit the bubble nose Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple hoes Fo sho they wanna roll wit the Philly fanatic Runnin' the radio in Cali cuz I stay in the traffic This goes out to my East Coast crew Now hold ya E's up in the airr if ya feel me Fuck em all day, fuck em all night Rock ya hoodies and Timbo's Yo, Yo, step in the party like.. Sippin' on Bacardi like.. I hooked up wit the 'Tics they like... It's gettin' frisky for me Girls, they strippin for me Lil' Jon you wit us homey? (Okay) I gettin brain and, pimpin' I cant complainin' It's crazy I can't explain it, it's the Derrty Entertainment Man, I like to stop and go, she like to mop and glow Lovin' this track cuz we gonna rock and roll I huff and puff until my indo's gone So I, get to stompin' wit my Timbo's on We might be floppin' homey, we all critic Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New York City We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin' Up all night cuz homey we aint never sleepin' I came to do this wit my derrty Murphy Y'all niggas betta obey, cuz you can get it.. (Okay) This goes out to my Dirty South crew Now hold ya S up in the airr if ya feel me Fuck em all day, fuck em all night If ya tempted to throw them bows Get yo hands up bitch Throw you goddamn click up (2x) We gon drink a fifth of hen And we gon rock it to this bitch (2x) We represent that Dirty We aint expectin' no shit (2x) We wild out in the club Same click we don't give a fuck (2x) Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo' 4-5 make a nigga go.. (Ooooh) I'm a fly young nigga, ho South cold's great Stay low when get cake, oh.. Yeah, me no play we can take it outside Never met a nigga take myself pride It's Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy Outside fly, gutta gutta in the South, wild 5 I represent that Money I aint scared to throw my click up Soon as I throw it high up, holla back, Squire I'm screwed up I drive slow not fast Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash, bitch I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants Give you this respect I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath Get yo hands up bitch Throw you goddamn click up (2x) We gon drink a fifth of hen And we gon rock it to this bitch (2x) We represent that Dirty We aint expectin' no shit (2x) We wild out in the club Same click we don't give a fuck (2x)