(repeat x2) I can the sunrise, and the moon fall When my plane land, you better it off Stop girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck
1] it You lookin dope in your Dolce boots Ma there nuthin I can't do, huh The in the oceans My dick game is potent, ma what would give you notions Cause I'm fat, I hit it like I'm Choke up that dro the IHOP to Denny's your choice, real pretty skin tone Real voice, that make grown men moan I like your style, grace, your face You better than the icing on the cake And if I say drink your bath water, huh You I'm drinking up your bath water
x2
2] You talk to a balla, don't let them sims stall ya Slide in ya man's X5, I call ya And let ya hair I'm in the Embassy Suite 304 and don't wear nuthin under your trenchcoat You of Lisa Raye Cut the lights low so we can play and till the day I got chicks in every Some classy, saddity And two or three bomber than chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Since I fucking keep my name out mouth piece Skin tone alone drive me I can't imagine being ya is about ya
x2
3] We pushin 6's, they pushin Cherokees Forget dude's ma, hell I'm the man to see fantasies, slap the ass cheek Like I did my victims in my robberies, hell You the game, the name, 'B-L-A-C-K' Pop the champagne then the mary j the Bay, back to LA now I'm old school 'Pelle with the chain out to the right a little like Barbershop I hit it hard enough that half the call the cops chocolate, I got more power than, 'Stunnin Steve Austin' Yes take caution
x2
Bridge (x4 - fade) Don't bring your girl Or her coming down