The booty in that muh****a cuh

On God, you had a target on 'em, *****

That's blue club, *****

Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle

On God, line two

Met a freaky lil' dish at the Slauson swap

She a artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat

I was flea market up, that cost a lot

Got a St. Louis, chickenhead, was top

I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros

Your ***** a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed

Your ***** a bird, no salmonella on the pole

Try to get to lickin', I'm electric, she cha-cha slide on me

Ejecto seato, no for Smino, let her for my homie

Icon my *****, no tuxedo, my air force one on me

*****, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me

Twenty ******* in the lobby, guess that's where I be

I be smokin' on dry weed, got me wakin' up late all groggy

I need some real thick like Ashanti, later roun'

I'll bill up, no Chauncey, huh

Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her

I'm not a big repeater

My name ain't Peter, but let me now if you see her

Only kids, I don't hang with the chi-chi-chi

I done pissed off the gang 'bout the shit, shit, shit

Quick to cut a ***** off like a sink

(***** I'm havin' so much fun in this mother****er right now)

Gettin' cabbage, and all my ******* nasty (My ******* nasty)

I'm higher than your fashion (Dior)

And if they ask, I'm taxin'

You're broke, tragic, *****, that's tragic

Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha

You know me

Young ***** just tapped in like a tap dance

We do this shit easy, man

We do this shit every day, any day, man

Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point

Man, I hope y'all mother****ers enjoy y'all self

You know what I'm sayin'?

Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid

Barbecue wings, whatever the **** y'all do

Hope my *****s got something' rolled

My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah

She already decided

It's above me now

Videos, homie, videos?

DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels

Let's go, let's go, let's g