[Intro: Martin Lawrence]
I hit a joint, right? And I looked at my girl
I said:
"Erica, your motherfuckin' left eye is damn near on the side of your motherfuckin head"
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Niggas smokin' dank on my block, creepin' late night
Hangin' with that deuce eleven, like he said, we Glock tight
Ready for some shit to crank, god damn it, I'm so high
I better hit that Heineken, because my lips so dry
A fine ass bitch in bikinis on my dick
I'm finna hit the bump
She said, "Hey, come here with that shit"
A knock was at the door, I said who is it?
Cocked my ten, I point a infrared dot to the peek hole, come on in
Somе niggas with some ski masks and pumps
They finna gank now, as they blow my high
I'm finna makе these niggas sink
The blazin' from the barrel, very hot from hollow points
Now while them bitches fallin', we was pickin' up they blunts
A mission not completed, nah, they tried it anyway
Let's put 'em in the trunk and we can ride and smoke they hay
They lookin' like some killers, but them niggas really hoes
We was on the bridge and he was hollerin', so I let 'em go
Now I'm paranoid, you see that weed is in my system
The one, got away, I gotta plot a killin'
Now that was what I'm thinkin', 'cause that nigga can't survive
I hit the blunt again, you see that shit got me inkmatized
I hit a joint, right? And I looked at my girl
I said:
"Erica, your motherfuckin' left eye is damn near on the side of your motherfuckin head"
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Niggas smokin' dank on my block, creepin' late night
Hangin' with that deuce eleven, like he said, we Glock tight
Ready for some shit to crank, god damn it, I'm so high
I better hit that Heineken, because my lips so dry
A fine ass bitch in bikinis on my dick
I'm finna hit the bump
She said, "Hey, come here with that shit"
A knock was at the door, I said who is it?
Cocked my ten, I point a infrared dot to the peek hole, come on in
Somе niggas with some ski masks and pumps
They finna gank now, as they blow my high
I'm finna makе these niggas sink
The blazin' from the barrel, very hot from hollow points
Now while them bitches fallin', we was pickin' up they blunts
A mission not completed, nah, they tried it anyway
Let's put 'em in the trunk and we can ride and smoke they hay
They lookin' like some killers, but them niggas really hoes
We was on the bridge and he was hollerin', so I let 'em go
Now I'm paranoid, you see that weed is in my system
The one, got away, I gotta plot a killin'
Now that was what I'm thinkin', 'cause that nigga can't survive
I hit the blunt again, you see that shit got me inkmatized
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