What's up, What's up, my brother? Just loungin', you know, 'Bout to this forty ounce++++ Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic ass, 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 What's up with the album, man? Hey man, we finish muthafucka, man and I need one more song, no shit Yeah, I to know, if you wanted to bust on it? Oh, without a you know I'd love to remember that shit You was bustin' for me the phone
That sucka free shit? Yeah, I remember that Well, won't you put that right about here Sucka, sucka, sucka, now a raises up off of you
Did you miss me? It took a little to get sucka free But since a young G it's PPC, ain't no in the name And still true to the game, still servin' suckers, just the No sense, and dwellin' in the past tense, I roll Quik 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 her, yeah, I know, you heard it all before But I deal, 'cause I see you're still simpin' for a hoe Claimin' pimp but you're payin' for the pu', sucker muthafucka, they only flock and jock 'cause you're fillin' up They 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, 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 ever let a like you, make me do somethin' That I don't wanna do, I'm still real it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a fuck but who 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 nigga Quik, everybody knows, suckin' on a fat dick It ain't 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 wanna be me? Trick ass, I'm sucka