SSG's Follow

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass

In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast
But bein' broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin' that I flop? Blow it out ya ass

In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin' for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it out ya ass

See in just six months I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin' me props 'cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out, blow it out ya ass

If you mad, I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass

If you mad, I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass

It's time to saddle up the Tontos 'cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin' me blow it out ya ass

I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin' in to buyin' Green Briar mall
You probably own a lot of property blow it out ya ass

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin' like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation blow it out ya ass

Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got away with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the new generation, blow it out ya ass

If you mad, I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass

My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin' for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin rock"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it out ya ass

So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass

Now Luda's throwin' up A's, and I'm lightin' up L's
Around the globe gettin' paid, you home bitin' yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin' ourselves
We probably gettin' on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass

I been eatin' and gettin' FAT while y'all dyin of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin' up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? Blow it out ya ass

If you mad, I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass

Blow it out ya ass, whoo

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started