Lyrics
Yeah, Ain't nothing but Rowdoggs business! Rrrrruff
Boy we got it on lock, lock, lock,
Said we got it on lock, lock, lock
They said that i was cold now i'm hot,
You a square you cant hang out on the block,
I'm the reason why the neighbors call the cops,
Your the reason why your homies getting shot
Ay, I'm connected in the streets,
Beethoven with the keys,
Butch Cassidy with the heat,
I'm a leader watch me take the lead
Started rom the bottom never left,
Watch me heat it up just like a chef,
Got more stripes then a ref,
Now you rocking with the best
Got the heat and the base for the trunk,
With productions from the little homie dubs,
Ay, we selling any kind of drugs,
Ay, making money is a must
Boy we got it on lock, lock, lock
I said we got it on lock, lock, lock
We gonna make that body rock, rock, rock
Talking mess you getting shot, shot, shot
Prrrhhhh said we got it on Lock
Uh, 2nd verse i gotta kill it, uh yeah
Hot like eggs on the skillet, uh yeah
Empty spot i gotta fill it, uh yeah
I'm living life to the limit, huh
I been grinding till i die, ain't no signing on the dot,
I been rhyming on the block, hangin out and slanging rocks,
All my ladies on the jock, pull up in a brand new drop,
Couple thousand on my watch, just to show them that i'm hot
Ay, It ain't tricking if you got it,
I'ma do it big Christopher Wallace,
Walk with a limp cause the size of my wallet,
Talk like a pimp on the rise like a rocket ay,
See ain't nobody quit like me,
Career going up like hiking,
Ima spend it up and buy nice things,
And i ain't gotta worry bout the pricing,
Boy we got it on lock, lock, lock
I said we got it on lock, lock, lock
We gonna make that body rock, rock, rock
Talking mess you getting shot, shot, shot
Prrrhhhh said we got it on lock