Lyrics: Eightball & MJG. Living Legends. You Don't Want Drama.

It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you've all been waitin' for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up

Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin' by, lookin' good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine

Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, 'cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon' spray them 'round

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

Get up
(Get up)
Get crunk
(Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk
(To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk

In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, let's overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason, yo' season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo' wife was bleedin'

Now your life is leavin' yo' body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started, never fuck with G and E

In any climate I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit timin'
I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin' the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

Eightball and G, get it crunk fa' sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin', my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin', in pools wit models in 'em

Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
The realest, you bump some Ball and G, you gon' feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it

We placin', the fakest, they don't give it up, we gon' take it
The realest up in this niggaz buckin', bitches shakin'
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mic's when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch, nigga
Bitch

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

So here we go, Bad Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none

I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon, I said, let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed