yeah nigga your girl know him bay area bully whole mouth frozen still got the big 4 4 on him tatted like a death row inmate no grin young ya boy hotter than the oven cause racket like the you s o been i get mo money mo dough mo yin mo chedder mo scribble mo scratch mo ins holla at your boy when i m in your city i m a bad boy i don t know p diddy young feel mo slim fresco city when i leave the club all the ho s come with me patrone on the rocks blowin quartz in the air got your girl on my c baby boy i m a player got the toast in the spot you don t wanna get popped so hood so block so drunk i got ho s on my c and patron on the rocks we bottle poppin you c blockin i m on my gorilla s oh shit hood nigga half a mil on my neck and i wish you would nigga i don t wanna do a song with you i m good nigga i ain t at the bar cause the bar at my table precise gang and i m the star of the label two chains both hang down to my navel i don t need a record deal look i m stable yeah i m good baby girl i m straight i ve been the nigga mutherfucker you lay step up in the spot with that kushy smell tryin to get your girl to show me how that pussy feel all black congac same old 2 step bitch on my dick and she still ain t moved yet still get it hot baby girl we can rock maybe the watch is the reason why i got ho s on my c and patron on the rocks 