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