Death by Willard - Yeah Thats Us

Alright this song, the lyrics were sent to us by uh anonymous person uh here it goes
Here we go.
ow, OW!!
Ay yo, Ow! Ay yow,
Ooh
Yo, I need a gangsta bitch; she don't sleep and she don't play
Stickin up girls from around the fuckin way
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe 
gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough
Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit
Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
For the cleptos
Who stole flows
From those
In the pros
It all started back in eighty-six
wanted to be the big fish, dreams of moving kicks
Give me the dutche
handling my all black rusty
small, fat and husky
four-four strapped tuckly
You gotta gun man, it ain't right man
I ain't got no guns man, but we can fight man
Kickin' the blahzay blah over a 40
When my man said "Daaaaam kid, look at the ass on shortie!"
Look, ain't nobody down-south wreckin' Flipper
Got da brand-new Huffy with the inspection sticker
Im a balla, I chill with my partner Taz
We be ballin' out of control, NBA live in da Jazz
Her name was Grace 
Her face was all that and a bag of chips
Boy she had hips, I dips
Yo who them playas makin money now? (Yeah that's us!)
Wrist glis when its sunny now (Yeah that's us!)
Uh huh, Thats us son, son, down up son thats son. Down up. To the side.