I'm in a whip tail smashin' it   Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it   Who me? Devil's advocate shit   Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie   Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this   Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh   Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets   Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus      Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit   Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent   But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute   I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted   Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it   Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas   Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures      For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife   We gettin' head tonight, whatever   To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call   Get his money and ball, whatever      Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies   Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money?   Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's   Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20   Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary   You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury   I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella   Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano      And my girls they be blessin' me first   Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt   And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt   Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt   Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick   I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick   All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy   Ladies take it easy      To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar   We gettin' head in the car, whatever   To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet   Have 'em lickin' your feet,whatever      Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach   Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women   Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon   Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes   I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em   If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em   Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em   Have with a pie in they're oven      Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen   No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband   Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes   I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes   I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent   My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent   Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo   Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda      For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife   We gettin' head tonight, whatever   To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call   Get his money and ball, whatever      To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar   We gettin' head in the car, whatever   To all my women whippin' a jeep   Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever      And I don't care how bad no chick is   I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever   Killa,whatever