Текст песни What Is It

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it that fifth that I drank

When I'm in my whip with the fresh ass paint?

That make these hoes wanna look in my face

That make these niggaz wanna be in my place

Or tell me, is it my shows that cost 300?

Make me have to go to everywhere but chance with the gun

But make a nigga wanna hate my mama son

Maybe it's my style, just the way I come

Or maybe it's these hoes that I done beats

Or maybe it's your sister or your niece

Or how I rock my bows with no crease

Or how I'm just so throwed and off the leash

Or tell me, is it these shoes on my feet?

And how they matching my fists so perfectly

That make a hater wanna go about they way on me

Nigga, I don't even know they just wanna hate on me

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my bitch if it is which one?

My lil' bitch up in the city or the one in the country

Or how a nigga so hot number 1 in the country

Ever since I did it big, big money, big stuntin'

Or is my niggaz Big Fam, Bun B?

Yeah y'all don't like hearing me with UG Kings

Or tell me is it my looks that make your hoe scream?

And have her mouth all wet and wanna suck on me
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Or tell me is that screen that you see inside?

When I be high, rolling by that make her wanna ride

Or tell me is it my style, how I'm just so fly?

How a nigga so wild, plus, I'm on right now

Tell me is it my hood, how that bitch roll?

365-24 with them quarters and O's

Or how I holla at my people fo they get you some mo

Handling business with the beeper to avoid them folks

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my cake or my bundles of crack?

Or how I made this hit with Mannie Fresh on the track

Or is it the platinum plaque I'm about to snatch?

'Cause you know I signed a deal and it's my turn to act

Or with them big 24's on that brand new Lac

Or only dog ass hoes take the dick from the back

Or my fire ass flow, niggaz want my raps

What it is, I don't know what make 'em act like that

Probably because these lil' cats out here know I'm a dog

And the closet at the house starting to look like a mall

What it is, got 'em trippin' my expensive colon

This XO, all the purple dro, I blow by the zone

Or is it 'cause my nigga head ain't got too long

Yeah, you when he get home it's gone really be on

Or is it the quarter sale hit me now on the phone?

Whats wrong, why this vibe that I'm feeling so strong?

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo

Is it my car, is it my clothes?

That make these hoes want fuck fo sho

Is it my style, the way I roll?

That make these haters want hate some mo