And Then What (explicit Explicit)

First I'm going to stack my flow

Then I'm going to stack some more

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars

Hit the club and get one of them broads

It's a wrap we on the way to the house

By 345 I'll be kicking her out

Patty cake patty cake microwave

These suckas make a square god damn I'm paid

I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not

Show me what your working with just like that

Turn around bend over bring it back

Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back

So Mannie Fresh and Snowman it's a rap

Wrap it up in the club ya I'm so crazy

These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze

I try to tell them but these niggas ain't hear me

Mossberg pump i'm riding shotgun literally

Live from the projects you know what it is

Hey Snowman can I get an adlib

Get the club crunk can't take that from me

A drop ya still got a lil jon money

First I'm going to stack my flow

Then I'm going to stack some more

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars

Hit the club and get one of them broads

It's a wrap on the way to the house

By 345 I'll be kicking her out

I see you lookin what you looking at

Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking a**

I'm so clean but I'm so grimey

So dirty but yet I'm so shiney

My ni**a Kiki B told me me finish my meal

Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal

Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing

Ni**a I can't lose the whole city's behind me

First I'm going to stack my flow

Then I'm going to stack some more

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars

Hit the club and get one of them broads

It's a wrap on the way to the house

By 345 I'll be kicking her out

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares

We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer

What did you expect man I came from nothing

Real street niggas wouldn't change for nothing

Got my ni**a out the hood it's such a wonderful feeling

Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings

It ought to be a crime just to feel this good

I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood

First I'm going to stack my flow

Then I'm going to stack some more

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars

Hit the club and get one of them broads

It's a wrap on the way to the house

My 345 I be king of the house