| Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit | |
| Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit | |
| Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin' | |
| I clap 'em, and dead 'em | |
| Send 'em home packing, for acting | |
| The black's in | |
| Ease the pain just like tunacting | |
| Honey is fine as a fuck, plus she snuck the mack in | |
| Guess what, next up, she turn assassin | |
| Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin' | |
| I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring | |
| You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing | |
| You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning | |
| Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em | |
| And I came with a whole truck for 'em | |
| Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em | |
| And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz | |
| Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors | |
| But no weed, we hold figgaz | |
| And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling | |
| Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling | |
| Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping | |
| My niggas get ya dirt on | |
| [A.G.] | |
| Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws | |
| Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on | |
| I'm strong on, any song I perform on | |
| Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on | |
| I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus | |
| Them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does | |
| But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya shit flood | |
| Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?) | |
| I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark | |
| We (?) demolish straight from (?) | |
| Deeper than knowledge | |
| Equipped to speak at ya college | |
| You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming | |
| Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em | |
| 'Cause I really want em | |
| It's all good like Willy Hunting | |
| Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize | |
| That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me | |
| If you feel me, come show me | |
| Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey | |
| Yeah my shit shine my sunny Rolly | |
| It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe | |
| Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the ? with the Bud | |
| Show the dirty don and mister Mud | |
| Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch | |
| And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz | |
| Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors | |
| But no weed, we hold figgaz | |
| And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling | |
| Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling | |
| Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping | |
| My niggas get ya dirt on |
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