[Intro: Chip tha Ripper]
Uh-huh
SLAB Ent, boy
Good lookin' out, Chuck, haha
Ugh
[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper & Curren$y]
Pulled up to the hand, car wash like Bilal
Just the outside my nigga, go on and wipe me down
Know I gotta couple dollars for you when you done
Roll the window back up, roll the blunt, cut UGK back up
Cut the AC back up, gettin' kinda hot in here
Benihana leftover, weed smoke, and I'm in here
Let me volunteer to get you niggas' mind right
Getcha funds up instead of chasin' after limelight
But since I'm all good, I might—
Go and see what's good with these pretty girls for one night
So I whipped around to the spot I knew was poppin
Parked then we hopped out and hopped in, no problem
Soon as we got in, eyebrows raised up
I'm Mr. Taper Fade Cut, whip the Escalade truck
In the party lookin for Ms. Not-Too-Bougie with a booty
And know how to roll doobies and do me (Nigga, yeah)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Bitches think I'm living out my car, all these shoeboxes and shit
Don't confuse it boo, this stuff I just bought before I came to scoop you
Coulda dropped it off, but I wanted you to see it
Confident but not conceited
Yeah, I like my grapes and my weed seedless
Gettin pussy with my fathers features, believe it
If you missed it, then I bet somebody out there seen it
TwitPic my outfit, bitches stalk my comments, Jets fool
What they say I can't do: first on my list of things to do
If the broad got wireless at her crib, I fall through
Got e-mails to read, as she break down my trees
Reach my cell phone, turn the TV down for me, yeah
It was kinda ironic
'Cause I had the papers—she had the chronic
The Hornets beat the Supersonics (Finally Famous, gettin')
Inhale the vapors from the smoking volcano (B-I-G, GOOD Music)
I'm thirsty need some Waterboy, Captain Insano, yerr
Uh-huh
SLAB Ent, boy
Good lookin' out, Chuck, haha
Ugh
[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper & Curren$y]
Pulled up to the hand, car wash like Bilal
Just the outside my nigga, go on and wipe me down
Know I gotta couple dollars for you when you done
Roll the window back up, roll the blunt, cut UGK back up
Cut the AC back up, gettin' kinda hot in here
Benihana leftover, weed smoke, and I'm in here
Let me volunteer to get you niggas' mind right
Getcha funds up instead of chasin' after limelight
But since I'm all good, I might—
Go and see what's good with these pretty girls for one night
So I whipped around to the spot I knew was poppin
Parked then we hopped out and hopped in, no problem
Soon as we got in, eyebrows raised up
I'm Mr. Taper Fade Cut, whip the Escalade truck
In the party lookin for Ms. Not-Too-Bougie with a booty
And know how to roll doobies and do me (Nigga, yeah)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Bitches think I'm living out my car, all these shoeboxes and shit
Don't confuse it boo, this stuff I just bought before I came to scoop you
Coulda dropped it off, but I wanted you to see it
Confident but not conceited
Yeah, I like my grapes and my weed seedless
Gettin pussy with my fathers features, believe it
If you missed it, then I bet somebody out there seen it
TwitPic my outfit, bitches stalk my comments, Jets fool
What they say I can't do: first on my list of things to do
If the broad got wireless at her crib, I fall through
Got e-mails to read, as she break down my trees
Reach my cell phone, turn the TV down for me, yeah
It was kinda ironic
'Cause I had the papers—she had the chronic
The Hornets beat the Supersonics (Finally Famous, gettin')
Inhale the vapors from the smoking volcano (B-I-G, GOOD Music)
I'm thirsty need some Waterboy, Captain Insano, yerr
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