And Then What
Niggas, bitches, bitch-ass niggas
Dyke-ass hoes, black-ass, bright-ass hoes
Fags, hags, and scalawags, get y'all motherfuckin' ass on the floor, ya heard?
It's about to go down like a motherfuckin' plane crash
It's about to burn like a badass perm
Ya boy, Fresh, with Young Jeezy, ya heard? (Yeah, let's get it)
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Them suckas make a square, goddamn, I'm paid (haha)
I'm so cool, but I'm, I'm so hot, and I'm, I'm so fly and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just like that (like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring it back)
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back (bring it back)
It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap (let's get it)
Wrapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (haha)
I tried to tell 'em but these niggas ain't hearin' me
Mossberg pump, I'm ridin' shotgun literally (damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is (is)
Ay, Snowman (what up?), can I get a ad lib? (Yeah)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me
Ain't dropped yet, still got a Lil Jon money
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
I see ya lookin', with ya lookin' ass (haha)
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass (chea)
I'm so clean, but I'm, I'm so grimey (alright)
So dirty, but yet, I'm so shiny
My nigga Kinky B told me finish my meal
Def Jam, seven figures we can finish the deal (yeah)
Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing (yeah)
Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me
Go
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Chea)
(Haha)
Ay, ay, ay, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares (ayy)
We pop Cris' my niggas, and still drink beer (that's right)
What did you expect? Man, I came from nothin' (nothin')
Real street nigga, and wouldn't change for nothin'
Got my niggas out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling (chea)
Three-car garage with the twelve-foot ceiling (ayy)
It oughta be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood (chea, ayy)
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
Dyke-ass hoes, black-ass, bright-ass hoes
Fags, hags, and scalawags, get y'all motherfuckin' ass on the floor, ya heard?
It's about to go down like a motherfuckin' plane crash
It's about to burn like a badass perm
Ya boy, Fresh, with Young Jeezy, ya heard? (Yeah, let's get it)
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Them suckas make a square, goddamn, I'm paid (haha)
I'm so cool, but I'm, I'm so hot, and I'm, I'm so fly and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just like that (like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring it back)
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back (bring it back)
It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap (let's get it)
Wrapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (haha)
I tried to tell 'em but these niggas ain't hearin' me
Mossberg pump, I'm ridin' shotgun literally (damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is (is)
Ay, Snowman (what up?), can I get a ad lib? (Yeah)
Get the club crunk, can't take that from me
Ain't dropped yet, still got a Lil Jon money
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
I see ya lookin', with ya lookin' ass (haha)
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass (chea)
I'm so clean, but I'm, I'm so grimey (alright)
So dirty, but yet, I'm so shiny
My nigga Kinky B told me finish my meal
Def Jam, seven figures we can finish the deal (yeah)
Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing (yeah)
Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me
Go
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Ayy)
(Chea)
(Haha)
Ay, ay, ay, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares (ayy)
We pop Cris' my niggas, and still drink beer (that's right)
What did you expect? Man, I came from nothin' (nothin')
Real street nigga, and wouldn't change for nothin'
Got my niggas out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling (chea)
Three-car garage with the twelve-foot ceiling (ayy)
It oughta be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood (chea, ayy)
First I'm gon' stack my floor (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some more (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie's house (and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45, I be kickin' her out (hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Jay W. Jenkins
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