P-Lo - Understand Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Problem] Fake n***a yeah I got the gem Ho you thirsty get out my dem Buzzin lean for the paper, hundred proof no chaser That's your b**h I'm a take her You're a banker I need some cookies to smoke sh** if rap don't work, take a Tookie approach Whole mamas for real, plow plow plow Ye I got me a lil f** that I'd rather pop me a pill And turn this motherf**er up Turn this f**er up You looking too long Boy I f** you up Diamond in the rough, fly when I strut Married to the grind 'bout to buy me a tux' n***a I'm fresh, n***a I'm next Gold on my chest, hoes to my left Bros on my right, this is my life I'm about to make a movie I need to call Spike [Hook: Problem] I don't do fake, you understand me I don't do hate, you understand me Smoke and I get cake, you understand me Real n***a all day, you understand me It's all day, you understand me It's all day, you understand me You understand me, you understand me It's like this all day You understand me [Verse 2: Problem] Pushing down the block watching for the cops Checking these traps looking for the guap Flow so clean I don't need a mop Make the scene go dumb when the sh** drop Boom, can you feel that? you feel that? p**y, p**y, p**y k** that I k** that Seen the ice now your girl she wanna chill, wanna chill at Wanna be with a real one That's by me, by me I stay Miley wapped in that key big tree Like a Forrest no Gump, I be throwing in the corner straight slump Thought he was a big dog now he acting like a pup She be funny to me Everything's about money to me Turn a rachet to a diva Molly all in my tequila J- smoking too hot ….. the song [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] Where the hoes at? when I'm in town No where that Prozac? no I been down Where the hoes at? when I'm in town Where the hoes at? when I'm in town No where that Prozac? no I been down I'm crenshaw that in a rent house coolin' Chillin, really, my fit is on Pluto Juno what the kick game Skirt thats the wood grain Banana cup about this, I ain't talkin bout a big plane n***as skip bail hatin' and I see ya player Its same rare SB's and we ain't skatin' neither And you baby mama try and play the field No wonder why she have her sittin' by a Laker player Staples Center Kobe put up like forty Italy with the homies shorty want my Canoli Back to L.A., flight club mela Grey stone I can make a broad actin' yellin' Put it in her mooouuuth then we out Everybody know what we about You understand me? [Hook]