You might find me in the Century Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of Box of Altoids for my paranoid actin' foul Stop smokin' if you be proud
Adult star night, not bar fight Inglewood players right in the spotlight Me, I'm righter than set I'm visibly wet, and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the with her whip on her, ask her If she sippin' wit'cha bird, if she not we past her And I ain't hatin', I'm diggin' ya ass, girl Is the collagen shot, is that what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet in back Of the axe handle blunt force trauma tuggin' And I never been what the cat drug in Be real, Quik's to ya mean muggin'
California clownin', to sundown In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the saloon We fandango, the next day Got me feelin' like I hit a train with my Rover
Feel free to lose your mind, let your go the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, then you let dame go Spin 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let brain grow the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a
Watch me out the whip with the bird on my hip She wanna set it off in the club, trip We a bottle and all my fam take a sip Any wanna pop at the lip, we come equipped
We get the paper and the savor the But never forget about the who constantly imitate us Homey, we creators and and rhyme sayers For layers of words, let me say it in that you can understand
So clearly, you feelin', me, She's on the 'cause of my homey, Quik man And she hits the but you don't really understand Yeah, I seen it before but now gettin' out of hand
diggin' for more and she's posin' for the cam Little beef got the floor slammed No tango, straight Birds flock to us heads to Kangols, c'mon
free to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, then you let dame go Spin 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your grow Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, you let your man go Spin 'til you get a hangover
I'm a in disguise, movin' swiftly to the thighs faster than me, then I recognize That I ain't got nuttin' to hide But the bratwurst skinny girl second, fat girls
And is still on my mind I remember when we used to get scared when they got us One-time sayin' been tryin' to find us But they got the wrong niggaz, never us
My tongue tumbles I'm bumblebee stung Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' I whip out the ringer How many times does it to end right before 12:00 a.m? Why you packin' a Jim?
I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a Road rash, peelin' tonight The club ain't never crackin' the haters be gone We need to build the eliminator hater and put it on 'em
free to lose your mind, let your brain go Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, you let your dame go Spin 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your grow the tango, do the fandango Triple step, left, then you let your man go Spin around you get a hangover