Somebody Better Tell ’Em lyrics

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
Oh, So So Def
Yo, yo yo
See, around here (Say what?)
At 6 o'clock (What's up?)
Everything that drop (Okay) is hot, man (Uh)
Greg, somebody better tell 'em

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri, Tigah]
At 6 o'clock in the A-Town, all you see is n*ggas bouncin'
With my n*gga 'cause my n*gga can put it down
You know me, same J.D., cars, hoes, money
I got this sh*t crazy from Compton to Grady
It's the S-O S-O D-E-F M-O-B
That's me, Bow Wow, Brat, and JE
(Don't forget about me) Who dat?

[Verse 2: Tigah, Jermaine Dupri]
Tigah, street scholar
Make a dollar, take a dollar
Fought by my way up in the game (Uh-oh)
Yeah, it's kinda hard to swallow
Pull up on a trip when I make 'em say "Oh" (Oh)
Sittin' on Sprees spinnin' outta control (Err)
Guess you're curious, never let you know (Ha)
Street scholar and So So...
[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
Def, n*gga — what is you, ign'ant?
This for my man Greg Street, man
6 o'clock, man

[Interlude]
Today, 3:31 a.m
Yeah, you old simple ass b*tch, over there f*ckin' around with Greg Street, you old simple, stankin' ass b*tch. You ain't sh*t. Funky ho. f*ckin' around with that n*gga. f*ck you and that n*gga. Keep lickin' that n*gga ass, you stankin' b*tch. You ain't sh*t. f*ckin' b*tch. No good ass hеifer. Hope you die and go to hеll, you funky ho. You ain't sh*t, b*tch. And I'll tell you...