uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem
y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it)
if you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood.
Til all this black on black crime stop.
Some say the blind lead the blind.
But in the ghetto you never know,
(phone dialing, phone ringing)
-No Limit Studios. What's up?
-Who dis is? Who dis is?
-Nigga, this Rappin 4-tay. Who is this?
-Uh, dis P!
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight
And light your joints
And that's how you get high.