smack the paparazzi (repeats) smack the paparazzi he's camera drops it the look on his face like he can't believe he clocked me stop being so cocky when
me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh ooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that
my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Smack
Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the
North side hoe, South side hoe East side hoe, West side hoe North side hoe, South side hoe East side hoe, West side hoe Where dem gang, gang signs (Show
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and gettin' my dick sucked Still makin' cheese, ridin' clean and gettin' my dick sucked Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese
Yes, sir, once again it's on, Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juiceman, North, North Part 2 Raise your thumbs up, my nigg' It's on, fool
'Cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
smack down Get ready for the smack down How you gonna react when you put on your back now? 'Cause there's no turnin' back when you're facin' the smack
Girl, where's your head full of lead? Can't you see what you're doing to me? Wipe that disgrace off your face Look and see what you've done to me Girl
study hard and I pass my tests Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crews the best And they got my back, my bodyguard Kev may give you a smack
Cause baby I can feel it, now Trip and fall, I?m sure you all can tell me What is on the wall Behind the liquor store where you get Smacked up all the
Then possibly bend you over Look back and watch me [x2] smack that, all on the floor Smack that, Give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack
the gaping crowds / the mothers and fathers of qualms Here in the cage personal dark / Taste sensation pleasure park Here in the flesh piggy smack /
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars Grippin' your nina hard, bitch, my blood inhated by heart When I buck you gonna start recognize
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch You can step right on up we layin' smack
Don't you get mad at me, 'cause your broad den chose-a Glad to see the truck when I pull up Gon' pop the lock, big botty hoppin' in now Dark skin, gold
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar