Steve Young Jerry Rice

[Intro:]

Free!

Yeah!

Usher...

(Benji Style, Benji Style, Benji Style...)

Yeah!

Band Camp...

Yessir!

[Hook:]

Steve Young, Jerry Rice

Steve Young, Jerry Rice

Steve Young, Jerry Rice

Steve Young, Jerry Rice

My thugs – me

My plug - me

[Verse 1: Sir Wooda]

What it do, Allah?

You know a nigga don't give two fucks

I've been drinkin' berry red, gettin' screwed up

Move that man in, I had to drew up

You pupas'll get stretched out

No need for a stretcher

Your bitch left and you left out

I fucked her once, then I left her

Wild boy, machine gun

Play the drum, Band Camp

Countin' money, machines shake us

Last time I got a hand cramp

No joke, I go broke

That four'll smoke you, yeah I'm HAM shootin'

I made money, this priest here spoke

This summer too, I'm goin' Cam Newton

Play the corner, Steve Smith

Quick pass, long run

South ball, hard ball, all base, homerun

Third pig, we brick build

We built different, iron team

What you coppin? You stoppin'?

You Moufasa, the lion king

What block you workin' on?

Seen the rocks you be perpin' on

Merkin' on - we done took out more shit

Than housekeeping and nursing homes

All in, now I'm all out – I was ballin', now I ball out

Would long spit, now I do small routes

Like five in and five out

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Freeway]

My flow hot, and my strip jumpin'

We don't cop 'em, I'm not frontin'

We do good business, give 'em straight ins

Got that new Benz come out next summer

Took your bitch to band camp

And she told me, once upon a time

She stuck a flute in her pussy

Then a couple guys got neck from her

This is Black Santa, better check for it

I move pies, get a check for it

Got a few floosies that rock Gucci

Louis V with that checkerboard

Daumier prints, and she down to catch a body

She a murder mami

When she ride she bring that tek aboard

And I got that Heckler - Koch shit

I'm from where the preacher come off the pulpit

And jump straight in the mosh pit

Break everything down

The rocks if the work slow

Acrobatics, I am Gabby Douglas, y'all cannot flow

Golden Retriever, I fetch the bricks

Wide receiver, I catch the bricks

I keep catchin', he keep throwin'

It don't stop, it just keep goin'

And that beanstalk, it just keep growin'

My money tree, I'm talkin' cash, shit

Team Early and Band Camp

As we proceed to get the money

Biotch!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Adrien "The Problem" B]

I keep rocks inside my pocket

I keep my black card in my wallet

And I ball out with these two chains

Damn right I got it

If I want it then I go cop it

Denzel in Training Day, yeah, I cop shit

Drop like 10, I buy the whole bar out

Then I ball nonstop, Rasheed Wallace

B's up for the Band Camp

A rubber band is a band stamp

If you bring it down, I'll buy you all out

Bring a couple barrels of that Grand-Daddy

11-5 and I'm frontin' that

When it's a drought, give me 12 flat

I'll run her out if Steve throwin' the pass

And stretch her pack - Spandex

Beastin' out 'til the pack gone

Dyke shit, yeah the strap is on

If a nigga look or even act wrong

Night light, he gettin' clapped on

Two shots, call it a free throw

I got that 'thrax, he got cheeb smoke

25 for a G, got y'all for 23, though

Have a nigga runnin' from a sack like Tebow

Steve Young, Jerry Rice

I got Al Green and Barry White

But if a nigga sing, he gettin' buried twice

Cold body, lonely nights

And I got the pack with an extension cord

That's Steve Young, Jerry Rice

Long money, my money long

And Hail Mary, I'm Jerry Rice!

[Hook x2]