(feat. Mr. Kee)

Fo sho, pass that sweet ^!$$%

And quit bumpin' yo gums
See that %#@! you be barkin' Mayne
I already done


At least twice mutha $#&@a
Bling, blingin' some ice

The dope game hall of fame
I'm in like Jerry Rice


Money fanatic
This ^!$$% known for shootin' sparatic
Automatic with the gadget

Lettin' them suckas have it

Like magic, abracadabra

Squash the chitter chatter
Your blatter is fin to splatter
When these hollow points scatter


Oh, he bald headed, tatted up
And got his swole on

Gang banged out
Rowdy then get his roll on


Plus he think he hard 'cause he just got out the pen
Think I give a $#&@, I put hands on that man
I'm from the shoulders

Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters

Smoke with the smokers

Servin' all you sodas from border to border
Blaze your quarter on the freeway
I got your mama and your sister havin' three ways


Give a $#&@ ^!$$%, I'm not trippin'
Baby Bash a reeny, what the $#&@ is you sippin'?

Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter
Got the game locked like a boa constrictor


Boy, I stay saved out like a playa should
^!$$% don't smash out to a whole another hood
Late night, plane flight

With a quart of G's

Black 'n' brown, ryda thugz

Keep it all to the good Mayne
Still collar poppin'
Still feddy clockin'


Gotta keep this %#@! knockin'
'Cause me and Beesh be known for flossin'

Game tight stitch like a brand new fit
Like a drop top cad with an all chrome kit


Top notch (*##$ who will low cat trip
Gotta treat 'em all the same
Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the fifth

And shake them haters

'Cause they be doin' too much

It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay
With soldiers ready to bust
But the ruger keep rudely


Spittin' slugs be hittin'
Tryin' to act hard

But your sharp as a kitten
Cup cake ^!$$%, fake $$# wigga


West side ryda stays unforgiven
Women and cash but the past ain't my style
Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave

But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle

'Cause I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack
Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
'Cause I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack

Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that

Uh, get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on
Get your gritz on, get your gritz on

Playboy get your gritz on