Gotti stand in the kitchen, I stand wit the mic
Bringin in the verses, getting the crowd hype
I keep the haters hatin, I keep the pushers pushin
I keep the hustlers hustlin, I keep the jukers jukin
2010 I bring the rhyme back, the talent golden
Shaping up the lyrics, the game need moldin
I spit again my emotion, spit myself into the year
2010 is Los’s year, please get it clear
Cuz I’m takin over, on and fuckin poppin
Big shit poppin, lil shit stoppin
I ball on any nigga, being broke is not an option
We set this stroll out, we straight show stopping
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Now I’m standing in the crowd
Watch them girls, they go buck wild
They the crowd starts to get hype
When they see Los with the mic
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Mic check, 1,2,3,4,5,6
Music for the grown up, kids grab ya trix
Cuz I’m layin down the intro, hotty freakin toddy
Inspiration for the talent is the boss Yo Gotti
Cocaine muzik 1,2,3, the inspiration
I spit on the side, my grind is my education
I spit along the best, I spit every verse
Thankful for the lyrics, is it a gift or a curse
I say, gift, cuz no matter what I do
No matter what I say I always spit truth
I say what’s on my mind believe the hype
I spit it to life, I spit with this mic
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Now I’m standing in the crowd
Watch them girls, they go buck wild
They the crowd starts to get hype
When they see Los with the mic
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