96 Cris

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still fuck with my **** Smack

We smoke spliffs with some '96 Cris

Still got it bad for you

Thinking 'bout you at least half of the day

The other half you know what they say

Kissing babies, shaking hands, politicking

Another sneak diss is not what's missing

So I concentrate more on words now

Get the ball to me if it's third down

I got your back, wonder why rap at a standstill

We ain't dropped in a minute, yeah

And that is not a coincidence

I learned to live with no regrets

Your girl looking like a 9

My girl looking like a Tec

She love when I get it wet

Peel panties off of her

If it's work to do then I'm off of her

I got a lot of crosses and pendants

**** focus on what I make but not what I'm spending

I'm grinning hardly as much as when I was younger

Thinking they would acknowledge me, I couldn't have been dumber

I'd still rap better than you **** if I was a plumber

She said, hit me on the next tour and shot me the number

We leave at 3 AM, baby, you know that I want it

I'm back

So shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still fuck with my **** Smack

We smoke spliffs with some '96 Cris

With more quotes than that Evangelist

You from Los Angeles

Don't fall in love with the camera

I got homies with so many tats on they face

I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rolling J's

Still miss my **** Phil, pour the drink

Real G's don't gossip

Don't be telling me what you read on Bossip, lil' ****

Truth be told, I'm tryna find me

Bombed on fools in the 90's

Not nowhere near Tookie but don't push me

If I squeeze one finger, I'll get her to talk

With my hand on my heart, don't step on the chalk

It's like a John Wooden book when your Grandma cook

Everybody say, I'm gonna get me some

I know brothers that rap bars

And brothers that sell hard

And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars

You will never walk in my house and smell hog

Her body looking ready to go, a well thought

Of course if I call you a bitch, I'm a male dog

My bills too low for me to fall off

Y'all gon' have to take this ass whooping gracefully

Hey, Bobby Womack, save a place for me, ah yeah

Shoutout

Shout out to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty

That gave me that kill

But I still fuck with my **** Smack

We smoke spliffs with some '96 Cris