Boosie Badazz - Me Too lyrics

Man I was raised round thugs nigga
Man it's Lil Booosie the 2005
Juvi in the hemi with the tooly
I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes
With a look up on my face that say homicide
Come take a ride to Baton Rouge
Where I′m running loose
With a gun in hand eh day
Like Tupac in Juice
Got my lil nigga in the back
Seat with a black hood
With a doja of the back wood
Rubberband on his fingers you know
My nigga stack good
Its wheel of fortune my nigga
Still bustin them triggas
And I might stuck lil daddy but
I'll touch one of you niggas
Let me run it by my Big Boi
Big curb and hemlock
Big jock and kenyock and teedo gone
Straight knock yo head off
South side levy dog til I′m
Gone with a heater
For you people who gone disrespect me wrong
That iron, that iron, nigga know I got mine
Nigga know that I'll blind any nigga
Who want my shine oh don't get me started
Don′t make me gt so retarded I
Have to shut down the party
With a 40 on my waste you niggas gone hate
Hollerin we riding choppa
You better stack up ya K

Yea you bout yo mind nigga?
Me too, shit, me too, me too
Yea you slangin iron nigga? Me
Too, slangin iron, me too, me too
Yo click of niggas down to ride nigga? Me
Too, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yea you on yo grind nigga? Me
Too, grind grind grind, me too, me too

Back to the facts, my niggas got stacks
That shit you tryna do, we been did that
My nigga Bleak up in the street
With a 44 revolver
Hollin boy play with Hatch and
I′m going straight deadly departure
IV-Y, and thats my nigga
And we ride or die, chasing these figures
Got me fucked up with your last mate
I ain't ya fuckin classmate
You talk shit get duct tape
Now look at you fuck face
I been the best, gone be the best
Cause I live what I′m talking
Been hustlin fo I remember
I really be ballin
I got a 320 benz, a 45 on the hip
22 inches on a hemi
And my records they sellin
For the convicted felon I
Can't get ballin dvd
Wish they could see me, right now I'm 3 deep
I gotta send a CD to the pen for my niggas
Who got 10 feelin like they just can't win
For my nigga headbusta Headbusta
These niggas scared of us
We thug love lil daddy you
Could call us blood brothers
Don′t make me get that choppa
For ya sista and yo
Mutha fuckin mamma talkin bout
You bout that drama

Yea you bout yo mind nigga?
Me too, shit, me too, me too
Yea you slangin iron nigga?
Me too, slangin iron, me too
Yo click of niggas down to ride nigga? Me
Too, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yea you on yo grind nigga? Me
Too, grind grind grind, me too, me too

Man this last one for people who be asking
How you get that shit and
Yaint even went platinum
I would say but the Feds in the hood today
Packin us up like it's judgement day
But my thugs, don't say a thang
You run yo mouth you get knocked
Off thats the fuckin game
They say they watchin us man, shit, me too
You think that I ain′t been watchin
You in my fuckin rearview
I would get a nigga to steal
You but my city small
And if we drop one of you
Bitches we gone really ball
This for my niggas in the club
With that liqour in them
Finna get that 4 nickle in them
That 4 nickle in them