Текстове на песни: J-Dawg. Got Em.

(feat. K-Man & P Money)

[Chorus (J-Dawg)]
(GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club
(GODD EM! ) When I step in de spot
(GODD EM! ) Den I spit my game and I pop my colla
Cuz I?m throwin dem dollas

[Chorus (K-Man)]
(GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club
(GODD EM! ) When I step in the spot
(GODD EM! ) Then I spit my game and I pop my colla
While I?m throwin dem dollas

[Verse 1 (J-Dawg)]
Check out my swagger; GOT EM
Top down now him's a bottom
Ed Hardy, True Religion and Prada
Dese little rappas fresh fi da slaughta
I own dese rappas, dey my property
New money everyday like the lottery
I?m prepared; I?m on the ball like a soccer cleat
Everyone is after one thing like a hockey team
You know I got it, I got it like it?s money (I got it)
You know I?m hot, I?m hot like it?s sunny (Nuh I?m hawt)
Dem rappas dey soft, soft like rugby
But me got dem big stacks like rummy
I?m on a roll like butta and I got bread
Ya know I?m crazy, I?m mad like a hothead
So tight dat if you mess, I cut ya circulation
Pockets keep getting bigger like him inflation
I?m all over da like like a zamboni
But **** if ya try to say I am phony
I got de bread, I got de cheddar, got da ham on me
Nothin keeps me from flowin like a dam homey (irie! )
I got em wit da clothes, I got em wit da kicks
I got em wit da dough, I got em wit da whip (dat's right cuyah! )
I got em wit da threads, I got em wit da Jays
I got em wit da bread, I got am all day

[Chorus (J-Dawg/K-Man)]

[Verse 2 (K-Man)]
I pull up to da club wit a chain at my knees
It?s so bright it sting your eyes like bees
Dancin on tha flo wit a girl in front
Joke House Clique, the one that does the stunt
To da rap game I?m committed like a crime
Forget about the time, I gotta do da rhyme
In the middle of da night I knew that I was tight
I don?t care if it?s late, as long as I can write
Nothin like some crap, I got the club packed
I don?t care if it?s late, as long as I can rap
My advice is no one needs a nap
Stick to rap like a lot of sap

[Verse 3 (P Money)]
My name is P Money; I?m here to say
I?m a big bad gangsta from da USA
I get more cars that you could collect
I get away in time so nobody don?t suspect
I?m all about my bread, my dough and flour
I get the money so that means I got the power
I need a basement for my chain cuz it hang so low
Betta get ready cuz I?m bout to do a show
But don?t mess wit me, I?m a hardcore thug
Money runnin like water, don?t pull the plug
My rims are like stars, shinin in the night
Everytime I got to the club, I gotta start a fight
That?s meeee

[Chorus(J-Dawg/K-Man)]

(Thanks to John for these lyrics)