What's Happenin' Mayne?
This Lil' B.G
Your number one Hot Boy
And I got my Chopper City boys ridin' with me
You know what I'm saying
And we bout to ***k the game up on some real ***** ****. Look

I'm official in any neck of the woods
I could hop out on any step in any hood
*****z know me and will come up and wanna ***k with me bad
A click of *****z with choppers in black with ski masks
I'm a coach so I play the sideline
Let Kizzle go and snipe at these *****z that out of line
I'm a hot boy, people know what's happening with me
Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory
I could do that, **** real round here
Ask a *****, all that stuntin' get you killed round here
Park the Benz, hop in the Crown Vic'
Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit
I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
You don't know its me that's in the camouflage caddy
It's 2004, Chopper City in this *****
***kin' the game up on some real ***** ****

We still get our shine on, ya heard me

We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory

We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory

Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real
***** What's Happenin'

I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out
Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth
I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house
Now I know how I'm livin' with real thugs in my house
If I ain't on chrome, your ***** still gonna jock me
Man I'm on fact and that ***** still gonna knock me
You hate *****z, y'all really need to stop it
I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet
My wrist worth twenty, Neck worth twenty
Earrings worth ten, ***** the whip cost 100
100 In the case, seventeen in the glock
Two million where I stay, twenty bricks on the block
I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker
Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster
A 100% real *****, look me up and down
Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town

We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory

***k pushing ten whips, I spin in the wide track
*****es still get side-tracked
Ain't got my *** out, ride cl*** course, they p*** out
Been tossin' brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle
Actually factory got me with a whole faculty
I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps
They love trap but don't need to tell
And the bullets sell and your body in hell
And shot 'em villains and pulled off a lot
In big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers
That's how I'm peelin' but I'm still the pigeon from runnin' straight
Low, Low, four-Door, Something tinted up on factory
I'm Lo Pro, foul, **** suckers no longer be har***in' me
*****z actually trippin' thinking a *****
Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits
And the set of sprewells, man they slippin'
I'm on factory, with twenty stacks on me
With forty cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me
But people hacking me, they just be p***ing me
I just got my package from the west right back to the east

We on factory, We on factory
We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory
We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory

Yeah, You pullin' up at the light
Your rims looking good
You got them spinners
But when your hoe asks you to take her out
You can't even afford I-Hop
You pullin' up at the club
Jumping out with brand new shirts on
And she say gimme some money
You can't even keep your phone on
***** we on factory behind them old tens
With twenty stacks in our pocket *****
This Ziggler the Wiggler baby
And we kicking the door open for some real *****z
You understand me, Guess what?
All them real *****z, you got a chance now baby
And we out, oh boy