Yeah, nigga, Rob Lowe, nigga, cash,
dollar bills, the hood,
anything pertaining to the paper, huh,
yeah
Look, uh, if your girl see
how the paper fold,
she'll faint
Cause she come from New Orleans,
don't mean she a saint
Think I ain't gon' up
and try and cut from the star line
Fuck like a nigga out the pen
doing hard time
Shit, you think I'm gon'
quit on my sharpness
Try to slow the crew down,
baby, when we all quick
And we all slip -tuck with a toast on us
People in our own city
probably hate the most on us
Gin sippin', lil' mama,
where the weed at?
I hit you with the feedback
and tell you where the sleepin' at
Get dirty in the right situation
No need for a cruise or
a flight reservation
Nope, cause we ain't gotta go nowhere
Paid 20 for a three -hour motel, uh
I get to it and you know that girly
How you put your hair down,
how my toes all curly
We gon' freak on,
add lil' chick around here
We gon' sneak on,
add lil' chick around here
We gon' sleep on bad,
bad bitch around here
We burn the weed on
and no chick around here
We flash the G's on bad,
bad bitch around here
We quick to leave home
and no chick around here
What's up, bro?
You come around cause I'm having it now
I don't finna drop,
you know that I'm the best in y 'all
They just like,
don't you ruin with cash in them
Man, I been doing that since
what's happening
So what's happening?
You see I stop in my rim spin TVs
DVDs in the wood grain
You're trying to holla now
bitches want a dollar now
I ain't got it go out and find
another clown
Terminate
here's like the exorcist
picking and choosing.
I'm winning all you suckers is losing
I'm bruising the pussy up
You know how I like
your face down ass up
when I'm digging in the guts
Cindy boy in this bitch soon
when you see me
Give it up
And Lil' Trick around here
We gon' sleep all
And Fat Bitch around here
We burn the weed all
And Lil' Trick around here
We flash the G's all
And Fat Bitch around here
We quick to leave all
And Lil' Trick around here
And the further she go low
The more you see the holes
in her cheek
Caramel and short and boutique
But when she walk past
She got the kinda ass that'll speak
I got somethin' to say to her
It'll be a home run if I come play with her
So I gotta get her to the crib
No dinner, no movies,
straight to where she live
Nah, it don't matter bout the lights
And on or off, it'll be a HBO fight
Ding -ding, cause my game will sell
It might end early,
though it's scheduled for 2012
We gon' freak on
And lil' chick around here
We gon' sneak on
And lil' chick around here
We all sleep all,
and bad bitch around here
We work the weed all,
and new chick around here
We flash the G's all,
and bad bitch around here
We quick to leave all,