Fo sho, pass that sweet nigga   And quit bumpin' yo gums   See that shit you be barkin' Mayne   I already done      At least twice mutha fucka   Bling, blingin' some ice   The dope game hall of fame   I'm in like Jerry Rice      Money fanatic   This nigga known for shootin' sparatic   Automatic wit the gadget   Lettin' them suckas have it      Like magic, abracadabra   Squash the chitter chatter   Your blatter is fin to splatter   When these hollow points scatter      Oh, he bald headed, tatted up   And got his swole on   Gang banged out   Rowdy then get his roll on      Plus he think he hard 'cuz he just got out the pen   Think I give a fuck, I put hands on that man   I'm from the shoulders   Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters      Smoke with the smokers   Servin' all you sodas from border to border   Blaze your quarter on the freeway   I got your mama and your sister havin' three ways      Give a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin'   Baby Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'?   Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter   Got the game locked like a boa constrictor      Boy, I stay saved out like a playa should   Nigga don't smash out to a whole another hood   Late night, plane flight   With a quart of G's      Black 'n' brown, ryda thugz   Keep it all to the good Mayne   Still collar poppin'   Still feddy clockin'      Gotta keep this shit knockin'   'Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin'   Game tight stitch like a brand new fit   Like a drop top cad with an all chrome kit      Top notch bitch who will low cat trip   Gotta treat 'em all the same   Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the fifth   And shake them haters      'Cuz they be doin' too much   It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay   With soldiers ready to bust   But the ruger keep rudely      Spittin' slugs be hittin'   Tryin' to act hard   But your sharp as a kitten   Cup cake nigga, fake ass wigga      West side ryda stays unforgiven   Women and cash but the past ain't my style   Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave   But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle      'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack   Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that   'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack   Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that      Uh, get your gritz on   Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on   Get your gritz on, get your gritz on   Playboy get your gritz on