(feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)

[Intro - Bubba Spar$%&^]

Haha, yeah
It is I (it is I)
I don't know 'bout all that other %#@!, can't call that

But beside this mother$#&@er right here
This mother$#&@in boo
Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday

Hey what I mother$#&@in do I rap, I rap
Hey, what's happenin
God dammit

Get these !@#( off me, will ya?
I love it, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah


[Verse 1 - Bubba Spar$%&^]
I'm fittin to meet this (*##$ up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)

The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow
It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow

I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other %#@!
Liver than that other %#@!, (*##$ I'm still the $#&@in %#@!
I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check)

Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B
You (*##$, you already know the remainin
Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope)

I got a cave (*##$ (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom)
I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here ^&@#$
Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball

He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha)
So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that
And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact


[Chorus - Bubba Spar$%&^ - 2X]
I'm fittin to meet this (*##$ up at the Claremont Lounge

The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge
And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down
it's goin down, right now it's goin down


[Verse 2 - Killer Mike]
Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues)

In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney)
She got three kids and about four goals (four goals)
She serve her pop ex and $#&@ other hoes

She used to $#&@ with this ^!$$% named Tone, that was on
Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*)
he was killed by a young ^!$$% creepin with the chrome

Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones
But $#&@ that, let's take it back to the 'lac
Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay)

High as $#&@, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh)
She a million dollar (*##$ and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man)
Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?)

Sent her $$# to the country with the work and a Impala
I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down
And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah)


[Chorus]


[Verse 3 - Cool Breeze]
Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom
She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos

I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut)
And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo)
Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed

Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix
So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that (*##$" (go and get that (*##$)

I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back
Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that
This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing

I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo)
See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a (*##$ at the video shoot

But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off
If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off

[Chorus]