Uh huh
You know where I’m taking this
I’m taking it right there
They leave no choice

[Verse One]
Uh, uh, uh she said she was a model for a year and a half
and if she took here pins out,
then her hair would drop down to her calf
I knew a man, he was just up north
and would’ve got left up north
but he was the chef up north
anyway I’m K I double
all I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble
if you ready we could move, just lose your man
or hit the dance floor, I’ll show you how to do my dance
I might let you play in the garden,
or stood up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin
and the state got six locations
take so long to get to the front once I missed probation
and I hate to brag
I know ya man really wouldn’t like the Beretta but he hate the Mag
and yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out
but in the mean time girl go knock yourself out

[Chorus]
Are you model of month (knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down (knock yourself out)
Are you ready to move (knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the coupe (knock yourself out)
Wanna keep on dancin (knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion (knock yourself out)
Sit in V.I.P. (knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)

[Verse Two]
Now you can knock yourself out like you boxing yourself
or you can get real freaky start popping yourself
and my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time
it’s soughta like you watchin yourself uh
front if you want, I puff a few blunts
and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
she had jock open draw sandals
told her I been the coupe
blew her mind when she couldn’t find the door handles
I had to do very high maintence, check this out ma
I’m running out of my patience
Don’t sleep wit me, and don’t speak wit me
And neva talk bad bout niggas that eat wit me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Ay yo, Honey know I’m waitin to leave
keep dancin, cuz I like how that ass shake in the capris
I’m like BIG wit the murder mamis up in Belize
but I’ll still fuck a chickenhead like lil’ cease
I don’t care if they model, but they all gone chill
first nigga cook base on the Foreman grill
and you might win some, you just lost one
Kiss miseducates’ em like Lauryn Hill

[Chorus] – (Fades)