We rollin' vogues wit gold on Cadillac's Smokin' gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back Smokin on that got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite And I'm quick to pull any trick that I like because I'm so tight
Well I pimp all the hoes In a L-Dog Lac, shoes sittin' on vogues Say you wanna roll reefer Two in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope I know you love it when you see me You run and hide because you know that I'm it live And no disrespect, if cash the check They comin' out wit the .45 between eyes nigga can you feel me I know you kill me but you can't touch the G I got dick for them sluts to Plenty game for hoes so you can't fuck wit me We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, P-L-A-Y-A You in the of the Candyman You best the man and never playa hate We get hi everyday Got killa ass weed, do you wanna participate nigga don't hesitate Take two puffs of the nigga straight pass it to me I make yo girl wanna So bend on over and shake that ass in a way I can be yo candy licker Yo big sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and.....
[Mr. G] Well it's night and I'm feelin' aight Got a pound and a full of optimos Rollin' 4 in my Caddy smokin' weed sweatin' me but I ain't finna jock them hoes (Pimp:But young we can stop them hoes and show them what niggaz from the South be like) Get on in, we got and gin But tell yo that we goin' to the fight tonite Open up the to the club and show me love And if you scared get up on bud A fifth of that Henn ??????? and I'ma you like you never was
on let me lick you up and all around And watch yo pants tumblin' down This lame got a squeaky bed but gimme head And you done we can fuck on the ground Cause I know you like them sounds But hold on baby, I know you ain't to fake the funk You must take me for a young ass punk who can't ya jump I'll freak yo ass yo back get slumped And I you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac Cause it's pretty and sittin' on vogues Wit a candy paint job that'll light the block up Are you blind the shine of my spokes and.....
I know you really know why This young ass pro I treat them like Eskimos I 'em dirty cold when the door close Comin' out they clothes till a don't wanna have sex no more See you never heard that But that's a young kickin' game ??? What you I got the rest here for Better respect the You get boned when But yeah shawty I'm a pimp And if you didn't know, get the game to the up to the most I'm not really the kind But if you enough I'll lay you down and we can fuck on the flo' So.....
[Mr. G] Do you wanna wit me I got that yak on of me Collard green smoke outta me White comin' hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki's That's what yo pockets fat 4 or 5 in my Cadillac Smokin' bud blazed in the back be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love I'ma tell you hoes straight up: if you fuck don't hang wit us My be bout that dirty shit, all about that nutty shit If you not down to die for it you must not be lovin' it we.....