(Devin) Walk up in da session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say Pull out da beat tape Give it to da DJ My eyes are tight and shinin'cause I'm smokin' some kill Don't look at me, go buy some drinks, call up some hoes if you will I see it nothin' but a party ya'll, I guess I'm the host Ain't nobody got no mo weed, it time to smoke it Keep that beat rollin', you see everybodys holdin' their own You know I gotta bust atleast two or three before I'm gone But there's always one in da crowd, rappin' loud I'm in the n***a's mouth after all them bitches and cowards With the East coast flow, West coast body language Don't know nothin' bout da South and tryin' to find someone to hang wit Man when ya finish flowin' or whatever da f**k you doin' Holla at me, I'll be in da bathroom boo boo'n (music) (Devin) Had to get away, needed some time to chill So I bought a 59 and got behind da wheel Scooped up a fat sack of kill 'cause I'll be drivin' a while Takin' two or three pulls every five or six miles I can't wait to see my roaddogg, you how we do it Just like a case of beer, piece of cock, we run right through it And all da bitches know me, I hit quite a few They be glad to see me, n***az don't give'em dick like I do I bust bout two, then they tell they friends, and then I'm in Wit my French tickler, makin' they pussy lips grin But there's always one in da crowd, talkin' loud Found out I f**ked her cousin, now she runnin' her mouth Leavin' notes on my windshield, I'm a bitch, I'm a hoe Early in da mornin' bitches knockin' at my mama doe Mama please, when you finish whatever that you doin' Who ever that is, tell'em I'm in da bathroom boo boo'n (music) (Devin) I gotta visit from a old friend, fresh outta county He said came up on a lick and he was glad that he foind me He had some n***az wit him, full of drink and lookin' sweaty Cockin' gats back talkin' bout "c'mon Dee man you ready?" Its a house down da street, about two does down They sell weed and they least got two whole pound Man all we gots to do is hit this ride, we cool Lets f**k his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool We can all come up, whatever we get, we split Ain't nobody sayin' nothin', ain't nobody seen shit So lets pile up five deep in ya lac He'll know that it is you Dee and won't think its da jack Man you must be smokin' crack, you don't know who dat is That n***a work for HBD been sellin' weed round here for years So when you finish plottin and schemin' whatever you doin' Wait fo' me, I'll be in da bathroom boo boo'n (music)
writers: DEVIN C. COPELAND, MICHAEL A POYE
copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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