Yup, yea, yea, JETS, nigga
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
(Took another pull of the potent)
(Dope tracks, he dozin', spitta get them...)
Ya'll niggas scared of monsters?
I don't bang, I spit the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminding me of Good Times
Cause I'm, posted, toasted up
By my hood bitch, she rolling up ganja
I'm reading over scripts for a HBO drama
Mo' pretty drunk bitches piled in my Impala
6-3 drop top, just like Doughboy
Hope not nigga, just tryna have a good time
Cause I heard there's hoes out
Whoa now, told her I don't like her
Rocking with her toes out
I'm after Jenny with the Foamposite Pennys
These bitches wear me out like Fendi
Again, these niggas is actors
These Bitches wear me out like Fendi
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Spitta get them bitches wide open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
I even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Spitta please don't quit
Them niggas ain't like you
They don't make that shit to smoke and ride to like you do"
Ladies tell me on the daily
Hit my Myspace and put the ringtones on they cellies
I'm on the couch, eyes glued to the telly
Waiting for Brian to sing "Peanut Butter & Jelly Time"
Rarely I'm seen on the clube scene lately
Cause in my city, it's a couple DJs hating
Homie I'm saying, na fuck it, I'm laying up in the crib
Swiss cheese, sliced turkey
Cracker, that's that shit
When you get as high as I get
Tell your honey make some more for me, bitch
(yea, yea, that's it, that's it, that's the one right there)
Spitta get them bitches wide open
Took another pull of the potent
Hit the three wheel motion
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
Took another pull of the potent
Spitta get them bitches wide open (open)
Took another pull of the potent