[Intro: Vincent, Jules & Brett]
Royale with Cheese
Royale with Cheese, you know why they call it that?
Because of the metric system? Check out the big brain on Brett! You a smart mothafucka, that's right; the metric system
Say this
[Verse 1]
Woke up one morning 'bout six o'clock
Dick still smellin' like spit and cock
Beeper vibratin' like a nympho sex toy
Time to collect, them hoes got they checks, boy
But on my way out the motel room
The bitch said, 'Dre, why must you go so soon?'
Thinkin' about the night before and how she licked me
I bounced back in so I could get me a quickie
Dick hard as ten pounds of frozen neckbones
I got my wreck on and got the heck on
Droppin' a ho off, you know I had to show off
I burnt rubber and the bitch tried to go off
But all I did was laugh like she was a joke
Hit the gas, and left her ass in smoke
Strikin' in my Chevrolet, you know I had to smash it
Dippin' and dodgin', makin' my way through traffic
Merrily merrily, merrily merrily I go
Looked in the rearview, damn, it's Five-O
Once again pullin' me over for the jack up
In the mirror I can see him callin' back up
But I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Put the pedal to the metal and smoked the motherfucker
Stopped at the store on Sacramento and Tennessee
Got a pack of Zig Zags and a fifth of Hennessy
Perkin' off the dank and the drank connection
It's back to my mission, nigga, bank collection
(Bank collection)
Royale with Cheese
Royale with Cheese, you know why they call it that?
Because of the metric system? Check out the big brain on Brett! You a smart mothafucka, that's right; the metric system
Say this
[Verse 1]
Woke up one morning 'bout six o'clock
Dick still smellin' like spit and cock
Beeper vibratin' like a nympho sex toy
Time to collect, them hoes got they checks, boy
But on my way out the motel room
The bitch said, 'Dre, why must you go so soon?'
Thinkin' about the night before and how she licked me
I bounced back in so I could get me a quickie
Dick hard as ten pounds of frozen neckbones
I got my wreck on and got the heck on
Droppin' a ho off, you know I had to show off
I burnt rubber and the bitch tried to go off
But all I did was laugh like she was a joke
Hit the gas, and left her ass in smoke
Strikin' in my Chevrolet, you know I had to smash it
Dippin' and dodgin', makin' my way through traffic
Merrily merrily, merrily merrily I go
Looked in the rearview, damn, it's Five-O
Once again pullin' me over for the jack up
In the mirror I can see him callin' back up
But I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Put the pedal to the metal and smoked the motherfucker
Stopped at the store on Sacramento and Tennessee
Got a pack of Zig Zags and a fifth of Hennessy
Perkin' off the dank and the drank connection
It's back to my mission, nigga, bank collection
(Bank collection)
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