You see I don't sweat
These hoes I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos N' Jibos
Bitches just like to play the Merigo (yer we know drop the scenario)
It was me, D, the M-V-P, the blunts and brew things knockers and Wu-Tang, M.E.T.H.
O shit, look at those lips and hips on that bitch
We hit the crib so I can drop my macadoshar shit like the blunt clip
And recognize a pimp read Mr. speak the G's obsolete don't sleep bang the skims in the week
On the creep of the avenue I seen her on the block who she rappin to?
That's my nigga D damn he got G now she fuckin' him and fuckin' me see

[Chorus]
Me casa, you casa,
O I ain't lookin' for no wife
I just wanna give dick to ya
Hit the club, drink ass on ice but ya hit the pussy good,
Am I doing the thing for you?
Girl, show me how ya work that thing
You make a motherfuckin' thug
Wanna sing and baby, baby, can't you see
We gonna fuck 'till 6 in the morning

Now I play her far like a move player star
She still sweatin' me hard because I'm a rap star
I be cruisn up the block I be passin her
Pimpin' hard with the female passenger
And the only time I call to hang, is when me
And deep blood is up scheming on the gang bang
She shoulda used her intuition
Then she wouldn't be classified in that position
Listen she sayin' I dissed her cause I'm fuckin' her sister
A message to the fellers that gets some piss uh
But she started that fuckin' family
She fucked ma man D so why she mad at me?
Fuckin sister look better than you,
Give head better than you, pussy, gets wetter than you
So break the fuck out like a rash
I glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass

Red bones to lift ons dubies hip huggers to show off ya booty I'm hangin' with
The best of them sleep
If you want I'm a veteran when I show up to the club it's V-I-P
I'll be dancin' in the club if it's B.I.G
I'm not lookin' to find a wife, just someone to make a friend of mine

[Chorus]

I roll up off rack and polla
I'm so high when I walk in the club
I see this chick that used to get the dick
Now she freakin' on the floor makin' a nigger reminisce
Oh I want her back in ma ride, back in ma ride
I want no girlfriend
See I just wanna hit it and we can be cool,
We can do this if you feelin' the same I do
Come on girl, let's go to ma hotel
Have a party all night in ma hotel
Pop bubble smoke dope in ma hotel
In 20 minutes girl
Hit me on ma self

[Chorus]

Writer : BELL, RONALD D. / BELL, ROBERT / BROWN, GEORGE / NASH, OTHA / SMITH, CLAYDES / WESTFIELD, RICHARD / MICKENS, ROBERT / BOYCE, DONALD / THOMAS, DENNIS / WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER / HARVEY, OSTEN S. JR. / KELLY, ROBERT / WILSON, CHARLIE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing