Shawn Chrystopher - "WYSG '93" lyrics

[Verse 1] What's your sign girl? I'm lookin at your thighs girl You tryina be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad b**h Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it Before me, I know that you adore me You came here to get high Luckily I got more tree, more tree I spit floetry, real n***as call raps The fragrance of my cadence Have you layin down on you back like that I know you work late You stayin up late But you got up early b**h you gotta get yo hair straight Started f**in 'cause yo head straight Stopped cause the bed makes Too much noise, baby got a roommate Call a n***a when you finish wit the food date (hold up) Tell a n***a drop you at my place 4 digit code for the front gate 5 digit number call cause the s** great 6 digit bank account got you in the first place (hold up) The homie got a function You know the sh** is jumpin Black girls actin like white b**hes, it's nothin I'm at the liquor bank What you think girl grey goose straight You made it through eliminidate Now it's bout to be a room raid (hold up) You said you live on century Well I'm kicking on slauson She said "just take the 105" b**h I don't drive that sh** often [Hook] What's your sign girl I'm looking at your thighs girl You tryna be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad b**h Maybe then I'm cool with it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it [Verse 2] We kick it like 4 feet Watching Kobe with the floor seats k**ed it you need more sheets Only know I left cause the door squeaks I love you alone girl But do you got a home girl? Excuse me, I'm in the zone girl But, you got pictures in yo phone girl I know you seen her naked What y'all was both faded, faded You still ain't talked about it But you wished that u taped it, taped it You wish you was taken I wish you quit playing Don't bullsh** a real n***a Draped down in hilfiger [Hook 2] What's your sign girl I'm lookin at your thighs girl You tryna be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad b**h Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it Before me, I know that u adore me You came here to get high Luckily I got more tree, more tree I spit floetry, real n***as call raps The fragrance of my cadence Have you layin down on you back like that