I Ain't S%!t Without My Homeboyz

"Yup"

"Ay, what's the name of that song that goes

Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"

"It ain't about you?"

"That's the one you have it on?"

"Yea"

"Oh, yea, that's tight"

"You like that?"

"Yea"

Check check check check check

Microphone check check check check check

1, 2 check check check check check

Live in the place to be

Soopafly, comin at ya

I don't stop and I don't quit

Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit

Yea, peep game

Check, I break a nigga neck

I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck

I like to rock a show

I'm stackin c-notes

It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know

Now peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak

Keep em in check

No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek

They sleep

Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now

Let me take you on a journey block to block

Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop

Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop

Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks

Straight from the L we don't take no shit

We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip

We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with

When you in close range you best to duck quick

Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit

Game over

I knock a nigga from drunk to sober

I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker

If you wanna dance I do the polka

Stickin fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade

Can I ride in your car?

Girl I've gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, that ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

No, but you can eat this dick

While I smash my shit and I pop in my car

Can I give you my number?

Yea, next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Sh, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go

Aight then, but I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin baby?

Hell no

Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about

Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood

Smokin until the sun come out

Bitch please

Got her speakin in Chinese

They like please

Yea, just pluck em off

Mothafuck all you hoes

Fuck em all

This is nothing but true game

This stainless thing got stained

The bitch gobble the best

She won a contest for the best jaws in the west

The homie said, "Watch my head"

But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta

A nigga feelin bitter

Shitty as some kitty litter

Take off, got a Adolf Hitler

Center of attraction

Multiplications then subtractions

From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit

The bitch on my dick

I'm like bitch, forget it

Let it loose bitch, won't you let it

For????? I get a bad bitch from Connecticut

A typical ho

I'm only in it for the blow

The bitch was only in it for the blow

I gave her some blow then let her blow

Then she turned blue

On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew

Can I ride in your car?

Bitch I'm gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, this ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

Nah, but you can eat this dick

While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off

Can I give you my number?

Nah, maybe next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Yea, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go

Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin baby?

Hell no

Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about

I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood

Smokin until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme general that got style

And watch how I rock and lock the block down

Tightly to fight me will cause disaster

No chance to surpass the vocab I master

As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe

Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight

I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque

Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack

Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in

Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in

But I'mma stay bangin

The game that I'm claimin

Gold chain swangin

While the six trey hangin

Back bumpa

Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out

Knock it locked up with the ass drop

Can I ride in your car?

Bitch I'm gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, this ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

Nah, but you can eat this dick

While I dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off

Can I give you my number?

Nah, maybe next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Yea, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door cuz I'm ready to go

Aight, but uh, I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin baby?

Hell no

Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about

I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood

Smokin until the sun come out