What's up, nigga? up, my brother? loungin', you know, 'Bout to crack 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, up? Hey man, you tell me What's up with the album, man? Hey man, we tryina 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 I'd love to remember that shit You was for me over the phone
sucka free shit? Yeah, I remember that shit Well, won't you put that shit right about Sucka, sucka, sucka, now a raises up off of you
Did you me? It took a little time to get sucka free But since a young G it's PPC, no shame in the name And still true to the game, still suckers, just 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 you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her, yeah, I know, you it all before But I can't deal, 'cause I see still simpin' for a hoe Claimin' pimp but you're payin' for the pu', sucker Punk muthafucka, they only flock and jock 'cause you're up They pocket books and you're still bitches by they looks it's really all about, what 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 lower to your and I got seventeen for ya, devil Too True to ever let a like you, make me do somethin' That I don't wanna do, I'm still real with it, you gots to deal it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I 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, everybody knows, suckin' on a fat dick It ain't to nuttin' in your ass, so that you see clear boomin' In ear, so I know you hear bump this in your coupe your R&B wanna be me? Trick ass, I'm sucka free