Goin' Down

Don't answer that

Hello, I'm not at home, leave a message

Yeah, bitch, this is ... pick up the phone, bitch

I know you're in there

You fucking with that old fucking ass face now

Huh, bitch

Where my motherfucking kids at, bitch?

Fucking bitch, punk ass bitch?

Hey, today must be my lucky day

I turned the corner, hit the block, and seen that ass

From a mile away

(Now where she's staying?) She must be new in the 'hood

But I ain't trippin' on that shit, 'cause it's all good

I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name

Ain't a damn thing changed, ain't no shame in my game

She said, used to go to Thomas

I slowed my roll

'Cause she just might be one of my homies' babies' mamas

Now where you headed? She said, going to work

Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinking, going to flirt

My homies' women ain't no thing to me

'Cause if they caught one my ho's, they'd do the same to me

And furthermore, she was peepin' my ride

Convertible, '64, with the ride inside

Super clean with the discs in full

Higher than the fucks spittin' this to ho's

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you

Hoping you won't lose your cool

I want to sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can ride and see the sights

It's going down tonight

Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day

Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face

Now that's the pits, she didn't have to put up a front

I stuck that ass back in there, and haven't called her for 3 months

I guess they send me to be doggin' a chic

Can't understand how you **** just be hogging your bitch

Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master

Let her take a ride with the braster

It's cool, don't front, ooh, no sex

No sweat, not even on my mind, we just met

And furthermore, we can get to those

But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to ho's

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you

Hoping you won't lose your cool

I want to sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can ride and see the sights

Now cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped

Parked my Ferrari, now I'm back in the coupe

I knocked her boots, your baby's mama put me to work

I dragged thta ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt

She wanted me badly, so I put it inside

She got the (Front and back, side to side)

Back and forth with the gangster glide

Started off at six and didn't finish till nine

Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day

She was asleep 'cause she just had drawers full of dick

(Now that's sick) And plus she got you staying at home

With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on

So believe me when you down in the brad

I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass

So player hatin' **** check the bitch you chose

I'll be mobbing in my Benz spitting this to ho's

Please excuse my attitude

Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you

Hoping you won't lose your cool

I want to sneak you out to play with me

You can spend the day with me

And we can roll and see the sights

Going down tonight