Blu - Whip Creme (Part One) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Blu:] Uh, yeah, I bet a 10 say she like my style Hunnid she like the flow, money they go dummy Go [?] it and wanna buy a boat My flow be like that 110, nothing running from end to end Again, again, black berry caddy with that vanilla trim Yellow bones miss that old me, yellow gold me I'm just a young, g on my own getting my OG on Oh we on? n***as gon' get on and get ghost Me? nah I'm grown I'm a get on and get more f** did you thought boy, I bought the sh**, to floss the b**h, b**h If you lost, hop off my dick and get a starter kit, kid Parking boss, that cherry gloss from off the lips Onto the car my n***a get in and kiss the tint Tits, tops off uh, model thoughts, bottle tops off Popping hollows at your hollow thoughts, south boss Back to south park, pimp sh**, don't be sipping in my car Save that whip creme for the supreme, we go hard [Verse 2 - Definite:] No question who you riding with She said I get it wetter than Poseidon, so wet I'm sliding in Told her don't be squirting in my ride again, messing up my interior lining Blunts got me high as sh**, n***as [?] in the game and getting they hymen ripped Bloody mess, selling they soul for fame and fortune less Thinking they changed the game but when I came I layed em all to rest Say it with your chest, need to speak up this the chief I lit the leaf up with the divas sporting D cups, turn your speakers up And nah, can't keep em flash the pre-nupt there's no reason to this madness I just speak and then my voice can paint the canvas, all the pain and things I take for granted Stranded on this planet til my sh** returns, chilling with the chick that burns [?] Rolling, swerving, trying not to hit the curb 'stead I hit the herb Keep it coasting til the zip is burned, rising from the ashes it's the ma** I lace that a** with cla**ics, team up on my back and any captives All my people, let's go! [Verse 3 - Big Dame:] I got a call from Blu, he said "I need you in the studio" It's nothing my relly, just let me hit the liquor store Hopped in the mag, yeah I'm sliding on them 24s Flat black, slab white like something you ain't seen before '91 west, 100 miles per hour Brown bag full of blunts, Ziploc full of sour When you riding like this, all the hoes wanna holla I don't pay em no mind that's why my pockets on [?] She don't wanna f** me, she wanna f** my car But always thinking like that b**h, you wouldn't get far 605 405 headed to Long Beach, where they stay Crip walking, repping LBC Speeding, got red and blue lights flashing behind me Why the f**, CHP wanna f** with a G Grabbed the heat, one time don't know who they f**ing with He said "I pulled you over just to say your whip was sick" [Verse 4 - Co$$:] Who me? The superstar, split a swisha cigar Look at you crazy like you spitted on my car Hop out, I got my co*k out, I'm sh**ting on you all When I came through, different angles, perpendicular to y'all Native Tonto with the tomahawk, I cut them horizontal, with the drama [?] The foreign form of expression, the pagan [?] is too high Coolio once said I bathe in flames and pray to dragons Sagging with my pants, dipping lane to lane, bang-a-bang I got a fast draw, single action collapse lungs from the old west Above the setting sun you see the black heart, fly across On my straight 50 sh**, I am Co$$ slash Allah But the monks in Shaolin call me Iron God You ain't never let the iron off, you lying God You living false, I'm about the cherries with lemon frost Chop [?] fingertips, the women floss harder than y'all Rhythm and blues [?], these n***as on some sinking sh** Can't f** with them [Verse 5 - Swt Pea:] I get a b**h warm, Areola In my palm, bent over the futon Watch me get long, yeah I get it on Strong like King Kong, get it wet, all tongue Bust free like bail bonds, off service and no funds I'm a king to these pawns, get touched up and pissed on and hung at dawn Til you're all gone or stuck in a storm Under the lawn, halfway to Hong Kong No cross or headstones sitting high on my throne I blend in like James Bond, big fish in a pond Counting chips, Don [?] You thinking it's all fun and you seeing somebody run Screaming "he got a gun" See me, then see none then it's back to sipping rum, cause I need some Thinking "damn, what have I done? All he said is where you from" f** it, he was a bum, all I know is I won and there can only be one