Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat, backseat, backseat
90s flow, mid tho, catch us crawling in that Caddy There he go, smokin' dope, man I swear it came from Pappy Ab-Soul, so you know, don't be acting unfamiliar West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my spirit Spirit tho, ten hoes, hostage in the CTS Mando, windows up, that molly might make them undress Oh fo' sure, Solo ho?e, minus E and add the three Three eyes to the third, murdered in the thirty-three Holy shit, who is this? They call me the God emcee Man I'm always gettin' shaded cuz I stay 'round sum' trees Man I'm always gettin' faded but no barbershop fo' me
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!) Made all them bitches lap up, say what (You made all them women lap up) Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack
I made ten racks off ten to 4z, I spit crack, need ten a show Keep bad chicks with their skin exposed, my hoes ? than winter clothes Ten deep so they finna roll, gon' lap up, girl, make sum' space Ten pints in my backpack, more seals than a naval base I stole a 6, I'ma drink an eight, the other deuce, I'm gon save it I know these rapper dudes hate it when they hear me on their boo's playlist It's Young Fresh and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the UK I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping that H-Town Soon as all of her girls is in, I made 'em bust it like Greyhound That's right, I'm a man, ho, haters cannot stand Short No matta if it's made by Gucci, Louis V or ?
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!) Made all them bitches lap up, say what (You made all them women lap up) Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack
Ten mil' in my back pocket, twenty thou' on these rap watches Talking money, nah that's obnoxious, fuck these hoes, pass chronic Came thru, easily, Ab-Soul the new Eazy-E Talking shit, leave him be, I'm chiefing weed, watching DVDs Eatin' 5 star meals in my home My crib look like Johnny Depp's in Blow Got a cast around my arm, but I'm still smacking rappers Don't fuck with these bars, no homie, that's disaster Sitting on a couple million Will please someone give them sum' fucking Cinnabon You talking shit but where your facts at? Bitch I got ten million in my backpack
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!) Made all them bitches lap up, say what (You made all them women lap up) Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack