Hey yo, the same old G, yo my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas Yo in the whip yo the clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth up Flusher we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here probably doin' the From the front back seat Stashed in the compartment where we keep the heat Shorty try to me, I'm like "I don't kiss Don't take it personal yo some ass
But it's all good you could still suck my She star-struck bitch just wantin' to me repeatedly to say what, what She sucked my dick till I even bust She sucked my shit I had no more
Hey, yo it's time to break before it get too Had my wife out while I think I'm on a But I the Philly and I counted my bread She said, "One more time" and she my head
I'm like wow she spittin' on it on it Actin' like she never had it, like she really I heard a knock on the said, "Don't move" Yo, I'm nearly stuck jumped right up Heard a nigga say, "Don't move and it up"
At this point I'm shook around and I look Bang, bang, yeah nigga just his ass window plus I got blood on my glass Get the car door open gat in my soapin' lookin' for who was approachin'
Blue suit I couldn't see through the tints Ah fuck, it I'll say that it was defense But the bitch started yellin' raisin' in I probably gotta body or two to see But then yo a nigga just a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes, blood on my glock But they just shot a black man forty one He had no gat I got murder What choo think they did if they see mine The chick out of wildin' screamin' and yellin'
I told her to chill we get a felon My hand over her mouth I her cut it out Gat to the stomach I the highway hit a hundred to death wishin' I left
The in the crib but I didn't it was all red The bitch sayin' she sick stop I gotta cat crib in My little cousin he ain't gonna say "Son it's right just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Most America All of my phones is tapped now God, yo my cellular Me and Marty more shout for sure now we gang bangin' yo arc the I gotta letter the government the other day Yo, I opened it up and yo I what it say
It said, "You get away ya hear? The KKK" My niggas is sayin' I'm hot 'em hot I'm all the news for hittin' the cop But I'm poppin' partyin' with John Chalkin He said, "Before we talk we a meal"
I need to get up and he can make a deal I said, "Fuck no I don't give a though Yo the cop asked for it a nigga got dough" The same bitch that I was with I'm wit'
Hey, yo I her neck and I felt her tits Hey, yo the wired then I heard a gat fired Remembered real quick feeling sick I fell to the floor the bitch got me
I was in this all along Poppy got one and my Moms got the other copy I got up for a bad suck I guess it's over now got bad luck
Yo to the mutha fuckin' police that shot that man I hope one of y'all got to Attica The other one go to Con The other one go to
And the other one go to And y'all all wear and lipstick And get fucked in fuckin' assholes Fuck the fuckin'