You better me, I'm comin' smebbin' Smebbin' down the in my seven, oh You watch me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six,
I was through the park one day Smebbin' down the in my seven, oh Smebbin' the park one day You watch me, I'm comin' smebbin'
I was smebbin' through the one day Pervin' like a motherfucker, Smebbin' through the one day You better me, I'm comin' smebbin'
I was smebbin' the park one day In the very month of May I three switchin' bitches, that thought I had riches Started towards my way
out the sunroof of my Brougham Caddy-Mack Ham sandwich with the off in the back I mah-uh-macked on one but I down two Thoroughbred tenders that, smashed out
Dabbed out, bust a pattern, 'em smokin' Just like Mitchell and them used to do out there in Oakland Major without a doubt like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin' a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin' like I ain't pokin'
Smebbin' the park one day down the streets in my seven, oh I was smebbin' the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
Smebbin' through the one day Pervin' a motherfucker, swervin' I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm smebbin'
Say hoe, you got your E's up What the you mackin' for, uh bitch? You got your E's mixed up Always pitched a bitch, quality bitch You to come and do, 'posed to be down with anything I do
Now of all before you correct me I was much already an established celebrity Get my keys Zack me off, keep up in the game so heavily But you see a stubborn, why in the fuck you
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the When you was in the red, without a roof I helped your ass out, by you in my bed Around this last year your ass was in the dark And bitch, I'm out, to the park
Smebbin' through the one day Smebbin' down the in my seven, oh through the park one day Boy you better watch me, I'm comin'
I was smebbin' the park one day Pervin' a motherfucker, swervin' I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm smebbin'
Woke up in the morning on Hit the homies up, made What's crackin' man, what's cookin'? I got some hoes man, nigga good
Walked out the house, ten thirty Dang forgot my epinine milli-mi unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks Yeah all my reapers and stealer's would it For me to forget my
though y'all my peoples, off the record playboy Where the alcohol and broccoli at nigga I'm tryin' to get my wet, where the naked hoes? Where the big booty bitches? and Susette's
I like 'em thick the dookie mickers by their hand Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Tell me a little bit about bitch Tell me a little about history
You done fucked around and me mad Now I'm sabout to bad Tore up, ass, bitch, if you give me some head You best to smeb,
through the park one day Smebbin' down the in my seven, oh" I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
Smebbin' the park one day Pervin' like a motherfucker, I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
down the streets in my seven, oh You watch me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six, You better watch me, I'm smebbin'
Smebbin' down the in my seven, oh You better watch me, I'm comin' Ninety-five, ninety-six,