Let It Go - Redman

You in my lane boy, move over\nThe blunts are bigger, the weed got a new odor\nGet back to your job fucking up food orders\nMe, middle finger’s up rockin' new Jordans\nThe streets listenin' but I ain’t listenin'\nUnless Puffy make a Biggie album, he live again\nWhite people love the flow so they river dance\nHoes wanna hate, I skip-skip-skip again\nWhat up to Killa Kam boy I’m on that grandaddy\nSo I can look gorillawhen it’s starin' at me\nI talk cocky like Freddie Blassie\nMy backwood residue is like teriyaki\nShe said «Stop, no don’t» I said «No, don’t stop»\nLook at me, I got my niggas and my city on top\nI’ma say yes, what the fuck you mean, yo\nI’m a bad boy tryna get all in your ringtone like\nEverybody know when you stack your bucks\nYou gotta ride around with your middle fingers up\nNow let it go, now let it go, now let it go\nAnd I’ma go head roll somethin'\nNow if you’re ridin' in your truck with your systems up\nBlunts rolled and your girl with a big ole butt\nNow let it go, now let it go, now let it go\nAnd I’ma go head smoke somethin'\nI hustle hard for I try to get a quick meal\nI throw my hood up like I’m on one wheel\nI let it go, middle finger in the air when I’m riding in my truck\nWhen I see your bitch, done deal\nThat’s why I’m going hard like Garnett\nI say when it’s over, until then all net\nI ain’t had a chance to shut down the mall yet\nEllis let’s get this money, I’m on it\nI’m jeans and hoodie maybe a little Louis\nMy family got it, think like little Stewie\nThat’s why we fly to Miami just to get groupies\nI said «Mommy, let’s make a movie»\nShe said «Stop, no don’t» I said «No, don’t stop»\nLook at me, I got my niggas and my city on top\nI’ma say yes, what the fuck you mean, yo\nI’m a bad boy tryna get all in your ringtone like\nPut your middle fingers up in the air\nPut your middle fingers up in the air