[Verse 1]
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and n***as get k**ed
Sleepin on silk 'cause you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
King of the Hill baby momma named Jill
Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious
bu*t naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read all this
Jap on my lap a** flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside its stormy
Get my hydro from a n***a named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me [Chorus: JC ad libs] [Verse 2]
I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sa**y southern and s**y
Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us
Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
n***a you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus
Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didnt clean the house and cut the gra**
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of
My only f**ing goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines [Chorus: JC ad libs]