(feat. Trigga Tha Gambla)

[Intro: Trigga Tha Gambla]
Yea, yea, yea, can't let it go
Straight up and down, you know how it is

[Chorus: Case]
Before I let it go, I'm gonna get it right (yea)
Nothin's gonna stop me now

[Trigga Tha Gambla]
It's the fast flow, trappin my mind into fast dough
Tryin to pass yo but life's movin too slow
Pick the pace up, for bigger, and better things
Money machines, thousand dollar leather Coups and rings
Rolex iced up, droppin ice up in my cuckoo
Flexin on the schemers that's watchin my stoupe
The same troups, holdin down the same grounds
Karl Kani short sets, with my socks rolled down
Fitted hats to the back, ear-ring in my nose
Polo cologne, glasses made from Gabo
Nike classics, with the diamonds in the ear piece
Glow hair cuts, silk boxers, for the bed sheets
Still mackin, shorty on the side relaxin
Nails done, $200 pair of Steve Madden's
Body suit, that be the shape-shape there
Pretty eyes, a dime piece in the face, yea

[Chorus 2X]

[Rhyme Recka]
I be that guy at the bar that be watchin you
Clockin you makin moves with your dime piece crew
See my everyday lifestyle is twistin up Dutches
Baggin dime pieces, rollin with my Ruckus
Click, we be thick up in this +Hustler's Theme+
Calculatin scheme to get the cash and +CREAM+
Realistically speakin, I keeps it real
Represent the real since my life is real
No Versace on my body, Armani I never bought
Polo is just a sport, +CREAM+ I owe to York
I've been doin this since Pamper's, game lethal like cancer
More rhythm than dancers, fly shorty romancer
Heiniken sipper, Tommy Hil without the Figga
Recka and Trigga makin million dollar figures

Get it on, word up, gettin it on
We takin it all..

[Chorus 2X]

[Trigga Tha Gambla]
Now S&G, Nexx Level Click stay shinin
Jean suit, Land Cruiser reclinin
Countin fat stacks, Jeeped up in baseline with no feedback
Smoothe in the front yellin, "Trigga where that weed at?"
Phat tank tops, clock the 40's, windows down
Skirted out in the front, drop
Khrist in the Lex, right next to the stretch limo
While the wind blow, jabbin off my last year demo

[Rhyme Recka]
I got my back against the wall, parked out with the red eye
I'm talkin to this thick-thigh, dark skin with green eye
From L.I., I feel I, gotta get my groove on
Thinkin for a minute, if she front then I move on
To the next one, scoop out the best one
Set back, finesse one, politic then I'll sex one

[Trigga Tha Gambla]
Stress one, no need, pull 'em like weed
Slide up in the Beamer, twist up then proceed

[Chorus 4X]

[Outro: Trigga Tha Gambla (Case)]
Yea, yea, y'all
Rhyme Recka, Trigga Tha Gambla
D.R. P., no limits, Nexx Level
My man Rocko, straight up and down
Hustler, we outta here, get it on, yo..
(Before I let it go I'm gon' take all that I can take
Nothin can stop me, nothin can stop me, yea..)