Let It Go (Lil Mama)

Callin these niggaz mayn

Got me up on wait

Can you get that nigga

I know these niggaz is home

Yo

Yo, what up boss

Yo, where y'all at derrty?

Uh, like, like, um, over there

Yo mayn, get y'all ass out here

Where you at?

I'm at the studio mayn, c'mon

Oh, we on our way

Y'all niggaz supposed to be here an hour ago mayn

Oh, word

Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete

Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout

Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those

Word to hispanics, 'atics

Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah)

Gettin harrassed them by them bastards

Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side

Just doin they job, fuck with us cause there's D's on the ride

Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside

And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high

Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a bitch cop

I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops)

Plus my nigga filled to the bompty-bompty

Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop

I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could

Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob

Really they would, that it's still to the good

Cause we still in the hood

Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud

Shit he about to flag us, fittin to harass us

We catch a free case, if he bag us

Nigga gonna fag us out, if he pass us

Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those

Popo trippin, wanna flag a nigga about his radio

No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro

Run my name, our plates, my shit gets checked, you gotta let us go

They pulled up right on our ass

And just as quick as he got on us, U-turned up on the grass

I'm like Jacob your killin the gas, you school 'em so fast

You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed

Shit you know how I do it, gone off that fluid

Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps

Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed

Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery

Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up

Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up

And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride

And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl wanna ride

Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys

Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times

Why y'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye)

Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road

Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes

Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow

On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke

Us thoroughbread niggaz never show no pain

Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names

Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs

With a nice crib and I ain't sold no cocaine

Introduce your please now and direct is complete

You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street

Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor

I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go

I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow

I'm shittin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both

You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road

What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros

Yo mayn, what the fuck just happened out there

Mayn these niggaz tryna crucify a nigga man, I mean

Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and shit

I'm like what these niggaz did done

Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin

Man y'all better hurry up and get y'all ass to the studio mayn

'Fore y'all get in no more trouble

I'm comin yo, I'm tryna

Y'all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out

I know, I thankful for that man

Bouncin and shit

Gotta get this money mayn

I'm comin

Presidents now

Get y'all ass here

Gotta go home in a minute though