Yuh, yuh, yuh Whole gang like Oh yeah, get 'em (Oh yeah, get 'em) We're going to go hunting (We're going to go hunting) Oh yeah, oh-oh (Oh yeah, oh-oh) We're going to go hunting (We're going to go hunting) Uh, Atilla the Hun I [?], boutta killa the pun We don't get ready but when we get out the lung Fifty percent of the time not even on my side of the phone I been an oasis and I been my Osmosis Jones The scowl on your faces, the muscle keep on wearin' your [?] Hood nigga racist, I finally [?] his term Cancel trip on 'em, I left him more than kids in the dorm, huh Showin' off the chrome and the gold belt buckle (Gold belt buckle, gold belt buckle)