We Could marinate, get and and stack riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and don't steal, for (You to chill)
1: I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a at the door But why at my door for? Oh! My peep's got a half gallon, smilin' My totalled ten one empty round from putting it down But now, my day is starting off Cola and Remy Martin Some of the from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts My squad like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls I'm
Dialed up micehead to see what's crackin' tonight She said she just broke up her man And she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas Acapells, I game Lou Panella made sure to tell her Don't no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed And then you can show me how to do the seed Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than Chips like the MGM Just make sure your is single, so it's popping ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking And knocking while I"m knocking talking she ret' to go I want some of your brown sugar while I D'Angelo (Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just alive is a reason for So we
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I get around like Pro Logic, But running streets too much get fools hated Incarcerated, or At the house we safely intoxicated, lubricated questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA The phone rang, my shorty said "What you up to, boo?" Nothing, just like bruh-man on Martin do See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start Do I get telling lies like Mark Furhaman So I'll call you later drink was low, to the stash and pulled out the XO The T.U.'s is down for run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is through So let the front hit you where Ru Paul probably might And everybody what's up for tomorrow night