Can't Stop

Y'all Y'all Y'all Y'all, y'all Yeah, nigga, it's your boy We out here in the ghetto, man We going deep in the hood right now, man Man, fuck the studio It's too hot in that bitch right now It's about 100 degrees out here We out here poppin' that water real decent Records poppin' real beastly right now Niggas holdin' us the fuck down Crazy, checks is looking retarded Don't get mad, nigga, put a smile on your face I'll bring you back to the ghetto, nigga Check, check, one, two [Skit] Well, then get your shit together Get it all together and put it in a backpack All your shit so it's together And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the shit store and sell it Or put it in the shit museum, I don't care what you do Just gotta get it together