eleven thirty on the dot time to hit the spot damn that shit be hot my nigga be what chu got on a sack of bud these bitches gotta dub but they ain t got no love young nigga so what let s hook with these bitches start to smoke up all of they swisher s get up inside they britches start to get up off they riches you know i m down man stop off and get some gas knowin pam s shakin in part from the last stereo i be catchin from words i be flexin i got a smith n wesson for those who want a lesson no time for no students i be down for some shootings i be lookin for the fluids for me and my crew kit park up on that hill ten minutes away from beale sittin try to chill to get to know this ho that kill her pussy all hot yet tend to be on ya block them haters be tryin to stop but i gets hella props that pimpness from memphis them niggas be tryin to get this shoot em up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast so watch when i swings and my swangs these niggas do not no my name these niggas do not know a thang let it rain let it rain let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back or men in chains i was achin cowards out the crack let it rain on those no that name i should not mention when things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen roll up on the shit niggas wanna pick me against a big what the fuck is this you a fuckin donor i be smokin the marijuana tela hit that corner you know s that i a goner outtie five thousand and these hoes that i be housin fuckin thugs about a dozen doin sacks by the thousand mad as she be on them niggas be got be gone fuck em with the clip i just beat em to the strip go and get that check red chev and the lex i m eatin like a biscuit exorcist be twistin necks let s get that shit over i call the suave soldiers rollin up like boulders caff in caffeine just like folgers had to get em back sowed em up just like that niggas must be crap comin in and out like that wax up on that bitch stomp you feet now even bitch breezy just like weezy movin up like jefferson s the southern type of weather and niggas don t stick together had jewels and s k blew ya crew let it rain  no time for me to stop pass me the glock got my homie ball on the call lick him jocks jocks is lickin in still i m down with hen got em doin ten push ups bitch kick the skins time is obsolete doin bout at least 90 miles an hour through the streets niggas greased rub me tired munch stay warm from the clutch got the heaters in the trunk cause there be cold fronts exhaust and bitches a forcast edition hurricanes on my terrains a death of my condition a changin of the climates brings some niggas blindness glad to see you smilin no congestion in my sinus should i just eat the cakes hoes turn tricks men take yo dough suave deal with big ol hits 