Artist: Big Pokey f/ Lil' Keke, Paul Wall Album: Evacuation Notice Song: Let Dem Boys Know Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) You know who it is, original S.U.C. man Dina, Young Don, P. Wall my brother what up We gon' let them boys know, let them boys know You know who it is, it's Don Ke nigga [Lil' Keke] I let them boys know, I break them boys off I'm stunting just like I'm Birdman, my leather so soft I was riding buck, when you punks was riding cloth Got them bad yella broads, blowing dro we at the loft It's S.U.C. I'm Lil' Keke, so listen to me well Deliver like a post man on this route, dropping mail Them books come off the scale, them boppers on my trail They was victims of the drop, when it's top fell Candy apple coupe, you know the Benz got pull As soon as the tank full, I call it the red bull Flipping on that bright chrome, yapping on my IPhone I told them haters they could go hard, or stay they ass home Flossing in the city, Cadillac full of wood grain 83's and 84's, definitely ain't the same thang I'm in the turning lane, putting on a car show They see it's Don Ke, known for letting rookies know [Hook - 2x] Let them boys know, flip chrome I be folding em Filling up a foreign ride, with petroleum Let them boys know, let them boys know Let them-let them boys know, let them boys know [Big Pokey] I let them boys know, I show em how to stunt Push the button fold the top, now it's in the trunk Them niggaz on the swangas, swinging like they driving drunk Wood buck bubble head, them boys is watching Blount Let them fiends watch the Benz up, we fins to roll Foreign hoes slamming foreign do's, this nigga cold Filling up my gas tank, talking on my phone Yellow diamonds on, call em the Y-stones Driveway whipped up, everything on chrome Ralph Lauren paint, Daytona all in my home Looking good when I roam, scratching for this cake Real reco' real, you faking I can't relate The Benz that's the bait, first thing a chick see I ain't done no talking, the chick she chose me Like it's 'spose to be, me I'm that fly Still holding rolling on them niggaz, that's why [Hook - 2x] [Paul Wall] Let them boys know, I be pulling up clean like Kobe Bryant With the open dome, retractable roof just like Reliant That watermelon paint, juicy red like a sonic slush Sideways bending blocks, leaning like I was on a crutch I come around so swiftly, and turn faces I be turning these corners, like Carl Crawford stealing bases The screens in the visor, dropping down like a breaking ball So much bass in the trunk, I need a Tylenol Trunk up and standing tall, on spokes I spider crawl Paint wet and leaving stains, from Greensroad to Holly Hall My TV Johnny watch, twinkle and glisten Please check the lost and found, cause my top is missing Please check the IPhone, how I touch screen text I handle grain with finesse baby, new born fresh I got the navigation dash partna, banging that Screw It ain't to many holding like I do, so let them boys know [Hook - 2x]