Artist: Shawn Wigs f/ Lounge Lo Album: The 45 King Song: Lou Lou Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Tweety Bird sample] Watch out for that first step, mack It's a lou lou! [Shawn Wigs] Yo, life is a bakery, smoke til I cough up a lung Got a mean 'aftermath' like Andre Young Milky way rock, socks with the face of Versace Times Square posters of me and John Gotti Snipe with the rif-les, double pump shotty Coked up, slumped over with my nose all snotty Twenties on the back of the whip, tens in the front Ski goggles on the Benz, with the engine in the trunk I'm a gangsta, the shoes on my whip got chips And I lived down the block, because of some slipped disk Rock on wrists, new key slang vocalist '04, putting bailey's on the heads of these terrorists Saddam's gon' get it, Ladin's gon' get it Al Qaeda's gon' get it, ya'll all gon' get it "Lou Lou!" [Lounge Lo] Do what I do, when it gots to be done, I do it Smack up the cops and let my duns say "Son, you stupid" I know I'm crazy and gone, that's why my gun'll do it Cappadonna and Ghostface told me to run right through it And I'm back on the block, grinding, the same time Niggas acting like I won't stick you up for them same diamonds And it's me O.B.B., ya'll niggas wanna see me? Catch me on the cable TV, and B.B. keep it easy Staten Island, the fullest, with ratchets and bullets I blow his top, and send his face, to the back of his hooded Steal his coke, take it back to the dope, I hope not Niggas, don't tell no role, cuz Lounger Lo got it I'm back in the business, I'm back with hard, it's nice Back with the soft, and my dimes look like they twice Why you fronting and stunting, and be about nothing Rocking red, throwing up signs, just like you blood or something [Outro: Lounge Lo] Homey, what up homey, huh? This is Yessa Yessa My Lord Ya'll know what it is I'm dealing with Teddy, right now Ya'll understand that, man LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU-LOU O.T.F., bastards "It's a Lou Lou!"