[JD]
  uhuh, uh, yo
  uhuh, uh yo
  See around here
  How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
  Left to right, right to left
  uh, its so so def
  and uh, yo, let it go
    [Chorus: Manish Man]
  Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
  Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
  Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
  Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on
    [Manish Man]
  One for my niggas aint down for hoes
  Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows
  Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
  Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
  Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
  Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
  On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper
  Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
  These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
  But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
  Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me
  And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G
  And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me
  You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me
  Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
  Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off
    [Chorus]
    [Manish Man]
  Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
  Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
  Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
  Nigga who ride who ride
    [JD]
  uh, South-side, South-side
  If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
  Playboy J to the, E-N-D
  Steady showin niggas how we do it down south
  Steady ridin shit that aint even came out
  In the club, VIP is where you find me at
  Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
  Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
  "If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that"
  If its my shit, off the top you can tell
  Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale
  Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
  Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL
  See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
  Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
  Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
  Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch
    [Chorus]
    [Manish Man]
  Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
  Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
  Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
  Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
  Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
  Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
  Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
  Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
  Niggas best believe imma represent
  Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents
  Where the real niggas went, imma let you know
  Lay back with the strap, and they aint found no mo'
  These lil niggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin
  I know yo momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
  Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon
  Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon
  And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye
  No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
  Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
  All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out
    [Chorus]
    [Manish Man]
  Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
  Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
  Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
  Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side