We’re hoodlums in the hit paradeStyles so fly you just can’t fade our movesthey are so differentGot gold chains bearing our names on themFour finger rings that’ll bring you to your kneesand speak softlyand cash flow coming out our earsPlayer haters must stand clear tonightA very special nightand all the people say, and how they love us soand all the women want, and how we set the wayHoodlums in the hit paradeComing on strong, we’re here to stayHoodlums in the hit paradeStyle so real you just can’t fadeWe’re not obviously eloquentnor have positions in the governmentWhat a shamecuz we got gameTen to one let’s have some funLet’s look to God and raise our guns to the skyfrom which he comesWe’re gonna take a cruise in our souped-up hooptyDropping knowledge that is true be knownwith a pull from the croneGot a 40 in the back gonna get me on pointbe blazing trees until a forest of ganja is burnedYo, kid, that’s my wordWe be slamming at shows cuz it is the Lord’s planthat our rhymes are the jam and we always kick the flow so dopewhen we’re keyed up on cokeBig pimpin’ at clubs then the shortiesthey be sippin’ on some sizzurp until they get lit, like whoa!That’s how we bag the fly