Believe It
akon Lyrics

What up John (testing one, two, three)
Greetings to John

What up Kon (hey convict music)
Greetings to Kon (referring to his record label)

Let's go (can you believe it)
Let's begin, can you believe what we're about to do

Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime hood niggas look like stars
People in the hood look like stars in the summer with fresh clothes and cars

Jewelry drip, fresh white airs
Wearing expensive jewelry and new white sneakers

Mommy shake it up keep your ass right there (oh, can you believe it?)
Encouraging a woman to dance and stay in that position

My man got liquor and my cup's right here, I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here
Drinking and smoking, with the smell of marijuana in the air

Nigga pass that, Capri pants with the waist cut off, I wanna smash that (oh, can you believe it?)
Asking for the marijuana, admiring a woman in tight pants, and expressing disbelief

Party ran pack, mingling baby, and I can LL shake, you jingling baby?
The party is full, mixing and dancing, and referring to a dance like LL Cool J

Back your ass up, I'm a start tingling baby, We can have more fun if wiggling baby (yea, can you believe it?)
Asking a woman to dance and expressing disbelief

P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it, Nigga don't cuff it if you ain't in love with it
Styles P has marijuana and money to spend, but only for those who appreciate it

Matter fact let the grub get it, Please don't hate cause at least you can say you was with it
Finding enjoyment in sharing and encouraging others not to be jealous

Can you believe it? Get a break and get off the streets, Clear my mind from the shit I see
Experiencing disbelief and wanting to escape the harsh realities of the streets

In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed, That's when it really bond on me
Feeling a sense of connection with others when smoking marijuana

I'm a be here for life, I ain't never gonna leave, The ghetto is all that I know
Committing to staying in the hood forever

It's just another day in the hood my nigga Laying back trying get this dough
Just another day hustling and making money in the hood

Yellin out ohhhhh, all up in the club And you know how we roll, squad deep like oh
Yelling and partying with a group of friends

Bad little bitch*s with their booty on score trying to beat like whoa
Referring to attractive women in the club and their dancing

Know your ass feel it cause its outta control
Feeling the vibe and energy of the music and atmosphere

Big ass truck, brand new rims, tank top Yankee, tanned out Tims
Describing a flashy car and clothing

Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos, New black shoes (hey, can you believe it?)
Wearing expensive jewelry and custom teeth, showing off new tattoos and black sneakers

Gucci, Ermays, do that too, Wanna feel the breeze get a new black coupe
Referring to high-end fashion brands and wanting to buy a new car

Nigga drop the top, come through the hood, Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot
Driving with the top down through the hood and discussing gambling on basketball

Lending outfits all in the bus cause none of us could See a summer without trips (none of us can see it)
Sharing clothing and traveling in the summer

Mad hoops so the little boys might bark at you But they all lack good if the hood bothered you
Playing basketball with young boys, but not letting them intimidate you

I've done spent ten again, watching her bend again, dancing for many men
Describing a woman dancing for men

Tell me have ever though about getting in, A room full of convicts and D Block militants
Asking if the listener has ever considered being with people from the streets

We'll show you the time of your life, You can occupy my passenger side
Promising to show a good time and offering car space

Introduce you to the street life, Watch you fall in love after just one night
Showing a newcomer the street life and anticipating their enjoyment

Basketball tournament, pitbull pups, Ladies in the club poring Chris in cups, Niggas in the jail calling home on the phone (cause they locked up)
Describing a basketball event, puppies, women drinking, and incarcerated men calling home

But you still trying to act like ain't shit enough, Mad sieves in the park, mad fights in the park,
People pretending not to care, while disturbances occur in the park

Niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs, Aside from the light to the dark then the dark to the light, I wanna smoke but I could search for my life
Discussions about avoiding the cops and the day-to-night cycle. Wanting to smoke but being cautious

Can you believe it? Lil' John, Akon, S.P. the ghost Feel what we trying to do (Can you believe it?)
Asking again if the listener can believe what they're hearing and crediting the artists