Verse One:
PSK scooped me up now it's time to roll
Creepin through South Park on a beama patrol
I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flick
Damn fuck it I guess none of my hoes won't be pagin me
But it's friday and I'm tight tryin to find some mo drugs
(Wreckless pay for tongue red) Man they be hatin me at the club
But I'ma roll wit the click
'Cuz they might get in some shit
Another night another fight
Especially fuckin around wit this site
But it's all good 'cuz I'm down for whatever and I mean it
To the one's that don't know it asks the one's that done seen it
You'll respect me I'ma respect you
That's that ain't nothin new
Black and red's the set I claim I even got homies that's down wit blue
So watch yourself in that zone
When it's time to get it on
The blanksta in the house creepin up on a come up (gotta make that
money man) like Bone
You wanna get blow
Don't be scared to scream (holla at me boy)
'Cuz everybody in the parklot be askin me
Chorus:
I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease
Just chillin hit the sweet young gs
We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah)
Blowin big killa wit my niggas[x2]
Verse Two:
After the club what's the haps
Stop n go to rob the japs
Bitches jammed in the car
I even have two hoes on my lap
Blowin big
Takin swigs
Drinkin serve smokin sticks (oh shit)
I just hope we don't go to jail for rapin one of these bitches
Lights out it's quiet now
Somebody yell SWITCH
I heard a glass hit the floor
And out screamed a BIATC
