You can call me Mr. one two three Mr. One Shot Deal I'm leaving out with heavy dough After every show That's why my chain, watch, frame and bezzy glow I pull through the P's, whip 'round the chevy slow I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm hot, they already know I got big rooms with walk-in closets It looks like Foot Locker when you walk inside it You're dead broke so you can't pop your collar And you gonna spend the whole summer eating off the dollar menu I'm a grown man, there still a little child in you And he gonna come out as soon as the 40-cal hit you It's either that or get your ass beaten once a day You're gonna need a magician to wipe the bumps away My car worth more than your deal I got chrome on the wheel And four in the grill If my chick was in flicks, she'd be the girl all over my balls Mean head game, she suck the corn on the cob off I'm the man in charge Look at the damn garage There's old schools, white, blue and camouflage My rings are heavy, I could use a hand massage The hell with the law, the cap, judge and the sarge