Bow Wow - Pick of the Litter lyrics

Here we do it like one and two
And three and to the four
R to the O to the C's at the do'
Crews make a move get clapped on us
So, so def that's wassup
So give me the microphone first (Why)
'Cause, I know what the hell I'm bout
I'm down in the dirty CL and out
Throw my roof in my trunk
When I'm bailin' out gettin' crunk (Jersey)
When I'm yellin' out
Weavin' overseas and plushed out piece
Crushes out the parts, TV's and Cars
I rock blockedindal and black crockadile
I got so much style
Sittin Confy, I know that evry chick wants me
Deep dish, Six body wider than the humbee
Slump Chumps, leave em numbered in the junkee
Chain so chunkie I'm funkee

I don't know about ya ova there but
Ova here we crunk and we ready i'm the ROC
Dippin leanin meanin
T-IG ah crushin up the contendah
I'm lil Weezy to the yippy yo yippy
Hand sdown I don't believe nobody
Can do nothin wit me
And I don't know about ya'll ova there but
Ova here we crunk and we ready

Now here's what I'm tryin to do for me
Clap with this little rap killa little hommie
Got all the girls not knowin how to act
I'm so nice here ice so clear
Look at it when I'm up to
Bat you betta get back
It's all mine you know where I'm from
Eacthaven baby ain't no playin we up in this
For the long run ya'll don't want none
I'm the #1 most wanted on you Christmas list
I'm Bow Wow to the yippy yo yippy
Hands down I don't believ nobody
Can do nothin wit me i'm to spiffy
Stay new at the feet
I got all the Suburban nerds and
Kids from the streets wit me
Crowd around and bare witness
As I do it so real so far I
Ust gotta be the best
You don't think so, but I know so cuz
Thats the the only way that we know how
To get down at the def Oh chorus

I went from a deal a doe to the
First on the block wit some buck gators
Rock them papers need I say more (yeah)
Well holla at me when you
See me on the streets
Or it's the chocolate don
And where I'm from they put diamonds
On fingers and watches on arms
If you lookin for that green then
Got some, so fresh so clean
Ya don't want none, I'm sharp as a tack
And if ya happen to miss me dog
Told ya be back makin them playa hatas say
(AHHHH) and I'm still to close for comfort
And I took one nine like Kishawn Johnson
Who the balla now?
I look forward to every quarter
Convertible shift kit
If she look Imma call her ova
To the Chevy dipped in Greenery
I'm 38 hotter we bustin out the scenery