Dom Kennedy - What's Ya Name lyrics

[Intro-Bryan Roberts] Girl what's ya name [Verse 1-Skeme] Look it got S. Dot Holla 2 pockets full of dollas Horse on the tee Yellow gold by the collar Baby I'm a dog half rapper rottweiler Text a bad b**h get her wet as dog water n***as want beef we laughin' like why bother? Here to get dollars then deuces I'll holla Got girls losing, they marbles like manchola (?) West side since I seen Dre dip in that Impala 7 and 11 and I'm snatchin' up ends Baby it's a Coupe so I ain't ridin' with no friends James Dean tip, Ray Bans for the lens Paper chasin' till I'm sleep then back again Seen one girl seen em' all that's the motto Raise another gla** let her play with that Moscato After she finish got some game she could swallow Cut the lights low and lose her phone till tomorrow ha [Hook-Bryan Roberts] I saw her once before yeah I think it was on tour and We poured champagne and more damn Girl what's ya name? I know she on it, on it on it Whoa whoa I told the b**h dive in I know you want it, want it, want it You might as well jump in [Verse 2-Dom Kennedy] Game tight, I hit in the same night She workin' Jet Blue we flew in the same flight New drawers, Navy Blue or the plain white Socks hat, guess I'm reppin' the gang life Look at me, real n***a in plain sight Chain nice, I touch it she came twice We Grey Goose, she hit the room then it's execution We leave home to the Bay then maybe next it's Houston? I did a show sold out where my retribution? If I call you when I'm back that mean the s** was stupid If you seen me and Skeme b**h the West is movin' La Merte Park forever we the best to do it West Side forever gotta rep the movement I gotta Thank God I been blessed to do it You n***as fell off I just kept improvin' Never looked back I just kept it movin' [Hook-Bryan Roberts] I saw her once before yeah I think it was on tour and We poured champagne and more damn Girl what's ya name? I know she on it, on it on it Whoa whoa I told the b**h dive in I know you want it, want it, want it You might as well jump in [Verse 3-Skeme] It go guess whose back in the maf**in' house? (You ain't no God damn pimp) Watch yo' maf**in' mouth I stay with pretty women who attracted by winnin' No games girl I knew you was wit' it from the beginnin' I like em red, yellow and brown I get around Somethin' bout the way I get down that keep her round Somethin' bout the way that I sound that got her wet And nah I ain't new to this mama see I'm a vet I'm in them Chuck Taylors but walkin' round with them checks Socks Gang Mob and she ridin' with the set Gone without a trace no hickeys on her neck She trip get replaced she leave I holla next Brittany and Tiffany both hit me to get wit' me Hit the room tie up they phones we gettin' busy Playin' like the homies that hooped that got the jimmy Girl meet me in them sheets I brought Cran and some Remy what's up? [Hook-Bryan Roberts] I saw her once before yeah I think it was on tour and We poured champagne and more damn Girl what's ya name? I know she on it, on it on it Whoa whoa I told the b**h dive in I know you want it, want it, want it You might as well jump in