i feel people just sleepin to snooze, i'm eager to prove
ya wife twat tight plus she keepin it smooth
i sneak in her room, creep when he leavin for school
beat cheeks, she petite wear the sweetest perfume
see, scheme with the crew, weed and some brew
funny how, dummy clowns need a feature or two
these words leak with my very first peak of the moon
a sure freak, but i heard she be with my dude
true, i'd love to sip alize, choose chicks from a wild array
let cali blaze in the alley way
i got your gal to say "you have a lot of of talent j"
she could smell my pile of haze burnin' from a mile away
i can lend the pipe if you tryin' to spend the night
shorty don't pretend it's like something more than friends, alright?
3 in the morn, in awe, sexual healin' raw
hun, you know the deal and all - whatchu catchin' feelings for?
i'm stoked, bro to hold dro to blow abundant,
like cass clay in his past days, roll with punches
fa sho he's buzzin, yo you know it's justin
who's focussin' on strokin hoes and hopes for dough consumption
spoke on broken dutches which i wish to toke the skunk in
underground, fam still fit to float above it
i got her open, it'd be dope if she would show me somethin',
shorty smokin' though i'm told she give the coldest lovin'
you aint never gripped a rachet, son - you got a lack of funds
the only cash that your maggot ass stacks is ones
and your sister has back, so i grabbed her buns
damn, kid her fingers gon' scratch when i'm smashin' hun
pa, pack the clubs - let your clique gas you up
love to the homie los, yo, what's crackin' cuz?
i fiend the fattest dubs seekin through the bag of buds
sonny squeezin gats with slugs - please he imagine stuff
the boy got full bars, can you hear me now?
cause i should be clear about how i put the fear in mouths,
miss nibble on my ear then she veerin south
beat it up, tear her blouse, lounge at her parents house
i want ya camera's out, to circle this sphere around
and i carry lyrics pal, heat that'll sear your brow
weed got me so geeked, i appear in clouds
spittin' for my mans in the street or a cheering crowd
this for jitty wat, crib up on my city block
itchy, flippin middies for diddly squat it's shitty pot
jus the skinny wop, hits that this guniea drop
pretty minnies' titties popped, slick when she gimme top
pity kickin' rocks, i'm tipsy from sippin' scotch
yo, i got ya misses hot fit to get up in her slot
sick of these gimmick flops - im in it to win the props
y'all nerds killin hip-hop, i can't sit and watch
care less about your fan base, or tapes that this man makes
i'm patiently waitin' on my damn break
honey bunch, name your price or the right amount
love, i'm just tryin to slide in like it's icy out