What's up, What's up, my brother? Just loungin', you know, 'Bout to crack forty ounce++++ Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic ass, Well, you know I got to it, my brother, ain't nothin' changed
You hit it? Yeah, what's up? Hey man, you tell me up with the album, man? Hey man, we tryina finish That muthafucka, man and I need one more song, no Yeah, I wanted to know, if you wanted to on it? Oh, without a doubt you know I'd to remember that shit You was bustin' for me over the
That sucka free shit? Yeah, I remember that Well, won't you put shit right about here Sucka, sucka, sucka, now a sucka up off of you
Did you miss me? It took a little time to get free But since a young G it's PPC, ain't no shame in the And still true to the game, still servin' suckers, the same No sense, and in the past tense, I roll with Quik So you check your ladies, gents, 'cause I'ma teach her How to you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I her, yeah, I know, you heard it all before But I can't deal, 'cause I see you're still for a hoe Claimin' pimp but payin' for the pu', silly sucker Punk muthafucka, only flock and jock 'cause you're fillin' up They pocket books and still judgin' bitches by they looks it's really 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 your trips Oh no, will I lower to your level and I got seventeen for ya, devil Too to ever let a sucker like you, make me do somethin' That I don't wanna do, I'm real with it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a but who you're doin' How you're doin or what you do it with, you miss me With the dumb shit, so when you're on the Playa Hamm Or my nigga Quik, everybody knows, you're on a fat dick It ain't nothin to nuttin' in your ass, so that you see clear In your ear, so I know you bump this in your coupe With your R&B wanna be me? Trick ass, I'm sucka