[Intro: The Game]
Out of all the mother fucking kool-aid's at the grocery store
How come cherry kool-aid look so appealing to a nigga?
They got grape... blue... green

[Verse 1: The Game]
I was riding down Slauson just flossing my whip-whip-whip
Blades spinning like a nigga head when I took my first hit-hit-hit
Banging that Above the Rim soundtrack, wishing Pac was here can't go back
Cold Mac, nigga they know that, My Adidas and my Kangol hat
Keep a nigga fucking bad hoes in the bathroom at the club off that
'tron-In-My-Zone-With-All-My-Jewelry-On-On
Nigga thought he had dimes never seen a bitch quite like this bitch I got-got
In the VIP of that coc-u-nut Ciroc-roc-roc
Rock a nigga like the oldies
Cooling in my cup mixed with Codeine
And I ball like I'm on a pro team
And her pussy give me protein
Next time you knockin on the window
And I'm blazing my endo
And you try to give me your demo
I swear God I'll listen if you tell a nigga

[Chorus: The Game & Avante Rose]
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
What your baby momma pussy taste like?
Just like cherry kool-aid
I Think she my flavor we gon' wake the neighbors [x2]
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