[Verse 1 - Zin-Zeta]
I beat that p**y up. Made it hurt and glisten
Now I'm driving mami crazy like her purse is missin'
Zin gets on a track, you know it's worth a listen
I make n***a music; sh*t goes well with Church's Chicken
I catch fire when the mic gets hot
Time is money so I gotta write a lot
Only thing I can't afford is writer's block
Coz I'm all about my paper like I'm Michael Scott
Them last, few bars were deeper than you thought
F*ck it though, I just found an Iraqi who*e
Looking super-bad I'm ‘bout to tap it raw
Zeta ‘bout to k** that a** like we're back at war
But, if she's burnin' up, that a** is k**in' Zeta...
And, in more ways than one, I'ma be in the paper
And, that'll serve me right for dealing with them strangers
But I know a good life costs d**h. Bill me later
Listen:
The fam here... the drink here...
The girl's here... and Zin's here
Sex bash... roof deck... end up with somebody nice
Get a**... loose neck... welcome to the party life
[Verse 2 - Zin-Zeta]
Just look at all of them hoes, asking me for a taste
Strippers, working them poles, got their a**es all in my face
While I'm grabbing one by the waist, scraping all of her insides
I can tell that b*tch what she ate: baked chicken... french fries
White girls, sisters, all sick of their misters
Cool n***as, hot b*tches; we're about to play Twister
Spoke to one for like six to eight seconds before I kissed her
Told me she was from KY, so I proceeded to fist her
Blessed her with that orgasm. Shoved the dick in her mouth
She complained about jaw spasms; I kicked the b*tch out the house
Moved on to the next one. Even called up my ex, son
“I'm on 18th and Park South. Yo, just hop on that M1”
Funny thing: I was really on 51st and Third
And that's how you exact payback on a thirsty bird...
That f*cked you up in the past, and made you look like and a**
“Now, good luck with that doorman you'll be trying to get pa**ed"
Let's get back to the party, though. Had to hit up Graphic
n***a rolled through mad quick with two bad chicks, a new mattress...
And blue gla**es on. Don't ask, kid. That n***a's OCD
Only f*cks new twat on top of his Posturepedic Sealy
Back to me: Got sleepy and took the only power-nap
Woke up, and rose up next to Rosa to de-flower that
Mami just got her doctorate, bent down on all fours
I'm f*ckin' a PHD at the 4th penthouse on her floor. Get it?
Listen: The fam here... the drink here... the girl's here... and Zin's here. Sex bash... roof deck... end up with somebody nice. Get a**... loose neck... welcome to the party life
Listen: The fam here... the drink here... the girl's here... and Zin's here. Sex bash... roof deck... end up with somebody's wife. Get a**... loose neck... welcome to the party life