[Verse 1]
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma because your daddy's drunk
I want to pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I am not going to buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward you
But if you want a long one baby
[Chorus]
I got one for you this is your shot
I got one for you this is your shot
[Verse 2]
Uh-Huh Check It
People always talking what they going to do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy running fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma because your daddy's drunk
I want to pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I am not going to buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward you
But if you want a long one baby
[Chorus]
I got one for you this is your shot
I got one for you this is your shot
[Verse 2]
Uh-Huh Check It
People always talking what they going to do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy running fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
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