Hook:
The marijuana is lit
It's double cup in this b**h
She dressing up while I twist
The Cadillac or the Benz?
Cj:
This that, playa a** sh** I be talking bout
Living in a place where the rims poke out
Roll the widows up cuz we bout to smoke out
Had to turn it down cuz it beat so loud
Turn heads everywhere that's a parking lot Pimp
n***as staying mad I don't want they b**h
Playas get chose let them hoes take a pick
Do another show then I hit the Vegas Strip
Might hit Papadeaux for the Steak and Shrimp
Go back to the Stu give pat the mix
Call Greg up tell em get a pack of sticks
Get Deejay Record and send that to Chris
Rap game was dead so we all came in
In different states, still we making hits
Crackhouse going hard till the very end
If I make it then we make it, said that since wheeeeeeen
Dee Jay:
I heard em say I went soft and sh** cos I go on about what that one chick did
But im known to spit flames like a 3rd degree
Get to workin on the beat like an emergency
k** tracks bodies in the bag in case the cops ask they'll need a warrant for that
Normally this ain't me but the coke and Bacardi got me runnin thru these lights can't stop if they spot me
Lost my id and the girl from the party is gone in the back off ex and some oxy
Said you wanna thrill this is what you got
But I can't cuff you cos I'm headed to the top
Never really f** em I jus have em gimme top
Then I send her on her way before she try to grab a spot
When it comes to the money you can't take it from me cos I got plans to move where the winter time is sunny