What's up, What's up, my brother? Just loungin', you know, 'Bout to this forty ounce++++ Oh, look at you, ol' alcoholic ass, nigga Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't changed
You wanna hit it? Yeah, what's up? Hey man, you me What's up with the album, Hey man, we tryina finish muthafucka, man and I need one more song, no shit Yeah, I wanted to know, if you wanted to on it? Oh, without a doubt you I'd love to remember that shit You was bustin' for me the phone
That free shit? Yeah, I remember that shit Well, won't you put that shit right about Sucka, sucka, sucka, now a sucka up off of you
Did you miss me? It took a time to get sucka free But since a G it's PPC, ain't no shame in the name And still true to the game, still servin' suckers, the same No sense, and dwellin' in the past tense, I roll with So you check your ladies, gents, 'cause I'ma teach her How to break you, before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her, yeah, I know, you heard it all But I can't deal, I see you're still simpin' for a hoe Claimin' pimp but you're payin' for the pu', sucker Punk muthafucka, they only flock and jock you're fillin' up pocket books and you're still judgin' bitches by they looks When it's all about, what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a true, really? Do you me, bro? Got your name all on your lips, but chick trips Oh no, never will I lower to your level and I got seventeen for ya, Too True to ever let a sucker like you, make me do That I don't wanna do, I'm still real with it, you to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I give a fuck but who you're doin' How you're doin or what you do it with, you miss me With the shit, so when you're speakin' on the Playa Hamm Or my Quik, everybody knows, you're suckin' on a fat dick It ain't nothin to nuttin' in your ass, so you see clear boomin' In your ear, so I know you hear bump in your coupe With your R&B be me? Trick ass, I'm sucka free