POP THAT GAME Bye-bye baby, Mix gotta roll Switch to the Benz and I gotta get mo' Hit the strip, seen this skinny Butt shook like a four twenty-six
de Snoop Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de woop I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast I might rock a fella like Dame and dash Grip
me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I
you straight We can have a part time love, I just want it straight Really doe, I changed doe, not no dames So however you wanna call it, it's okay [Chorus
blue They like, "damn who's drake, where's wheel-chair-Jimmy at? " On my chris brown shxt. I'm still here. gimme dat. I'm cuttin lights out like it's bedtime. These other
for They don?t let jams disrespect ?em on the dance floor And though they never hit College like the Danforth For damn sure they got each other?s back
' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames
AND hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames I reach the
chain dames We all the same, no callin names [Stormy] I'm as smart as him! [Quinn] What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines [Stormy] Really
a family now, a house made of bricks Four grown ass kids and aint none of them shit She still my bitch so I stayed around But she always tryna Dash when other Dame
a gat up in my pants everytime that I'm steppin' the forty-four mag is the motherfuckin' weapon Straight doin' it I'm worst than a dope fiend Or wid some dame
to me I live in the 'burbs Clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to bury
Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four
like these hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame
Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
damn thing funny Why? Bitch betta have my money Where da fuck you at Aiyo I spit spit flow flow Get get doe doe Switch switch yo yo Sick sick fo-four
roll, and clubs where the ice glow Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh Niggas laying they law down, some draw with a four pound P J'
