Oh yeah, y'know Kev (wha**up boy?)
We was out ridin the other day
Rollin a livin room on 20's y'know (right)
Just just ridin, tryin to f**in with a b**h or sum'n y'knowhatImean?
(That's right, that's right) And this b**h starin me up and down
Had the nerve enough to say to me (what's that?)
I see you peekin but you ain't speakin (what?)
[Verse One]
Damn a n***a can't talk I thought my, game was fine
Feel like I can't walk and chew gum at the same time
Take aim and train, n***a mold a girl
Unfold the game, and then control her world
But n***as they be a**-kissin, givin them ends
Lettin broke-a** b**hes even live in the Benz
But that's a no-no, n***a what you tryin to do?
Homey those hoes 'sposed to be supplyin you
Got the game all crossed up (uhh) no doubt
Gave your change to a toss-up (damn) and sold out
n***a you could buy p**y but you can't buy love
I don't, know what you squares be thinkin of
Savin hoes like "Braveheart"
Eatin p**y must be your f**in trademark, ha ha!
Let your superhater powers just activate
Cause I'm the playa y'all n***as just love to hate
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Is it love or what? Straight pimpin
n***as be f**in up - they simpin
Take a b**h all the way home y'all (all the way home y'all)
'Sposed to make 'em catch the bus (got 'em into the bus)
[Verse Two]
I'm talkin garlic, crab with the noodles
What happened to 7/11 for some Doritos and red hot burritos?
Now n***as is straight flossin for the tossin
No more hot wing and nuggets with the sweet and sour sauce'n
It's all about the cheddar, who got the cheese
Can I have some more ice for my Cristal please?
Used to take 'em to Reno now it's all the way to Vegas
No more Motel 6, dumb b**h think she struck it rich
They say that game is to be sold and not told
But game has been financed with a lapdance
Bringin 'em back stage all up in the studio sessions (hehehe)
I guess n***as ain't learned they lesson
About the game cause it's all bad with corruption
n***a finger f**in lickin without the dick in
Well if you don't know, now you know
It's time to let a ho be a ho
[Hook]
{*phone rings*}
Hello? (Hey somebody paged?)
n***a this me! (Oh wha**up baby?)
I got a flat tire, could you come get me?
(Sheeit you betta get yo' a** on the bus!)
{*dial tone*}
[Verse Three: Grip]
Catch the bus? sh**, what the hell you mean?
I just call the next pimp to pick me up from the scene
It ain't no thang homeboy you know that's a fact
Cause when I swang, I have a n***a on his back
Sittin on his face, we at his place
By the way trick, how that taste? You know with game I stay laced
He keep my neck and wrists shinin with diamonds
And I laugh at a b**h, claimin that's her men pervin
Bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin
Get 'em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, a** lickin
Tongue all in the clit
Can't even get hard and steady braggin about his dick, sheeit
You ain't heard? Quit tryin to shotcall, you a nerd homey
Get shot to the curb homey off that herb homey
And it got you runnin your mouth
But I'm Grip and like bowlin pins I'm knockin 'em out
[Hook] - repeat 2X
Wha**up baby? Oh you got a flat tire?
Don't trip, I got a can of Fix-a-Flat in the trunk
Matter fact you can take my spare
Hehe, I still got you