Two On Da Road right here
(Uh-huh, somethin for the radio, ^!$$%)

Two On Da Road
Uh, Two On Da Road



When you see me at the party homey get at me
And don't be mad when your girl try and spit at me

Cuz when the beat got doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
It ain't no limit to the things that we can do



I'm at the bar, Long Island Iced Tea
Double shot of Hennessey for this pretty piece

with pretty feet smellin like Victoria Sec'
I could see her bra and panties were pink
Lookin Spanish or Greek, finest thing I seen all week

Movin with her cousin and niece
I'm movin with my mans Monk and P
Stand at the wall, long chrome 3-3-3

#~!!@ for free like ODB, high off the eves
(*##$es lookin like Pamela Lee
Butt-naked on their hands and knees

Roll up the trees, burn somethin 'fore we leave
Give your friend your car keys, slide with me



Peace
Hey ##&*%$, use my name Davey Crocket

I'm king of the wild frontier, your sex hostage
MMMMM.. Mr. Lover-man, what's cookin good lookin?
Let's jump in the fryin pan, $#&@ yo' man

He don't want it with us killas
With E-40 Skrilla, for real-a



Bottle for the Wu years and I'ma hit the flow after a few beers
Just tell the DJ the Black Knights is up in here

Wu-Tang is in here, the whole Killa Bee Gang is in here
and ladies holla when we in here
cuz they know it's Big Pimpin goin on in here

and in the VIP, ho's take it off in here
So get at me cuz I know you wanna spit at me
and I'd be a fool to let that fat $$# pass me



You wanna ride in the 600 BAAA-BAAAY

with your head out the window like "HEY HEY"
Tell everybody in the hood you my LAAA-DAAAY
We big up for life so you crazy



This killa dog puffin green gandy, ready to sink through some panties

Caught some eye candy, sippin on !@&@e mixed with Remy
Yo Monk, shorty got a lot of junk in her trunk
Now she surfin through the crowd for our weed and skunk

A ^!$$% 12, droppin treasures like the jewels of the Nile
Twenty-seven, ManChild from the Isle of Shaolin
We sky Sushi bar, Meoshi par, finest cigars

and the ladies in the place wanna know who we are
Gumah Oz Dubar, my hand all in her bra
So what's the deal ma'? Can me and my Clan Bar Mitzvah?

Call your girlfriends, after-party, house on the hill
Come and do real, she said "I'm burnin heart off the pill"
Drinks for free, I got my own VIP

Two or three, or it can be just you and me
Let's get it on and poppin, crack-a-latin with no debatin
No time for the fakin, baby girl what's shakin?



Catch Monk in the midst of party crackin, don't dance

but I boogie to the beat low key, I stay splashed
And drunk still drinkin, poppin major with the ho's, I'm groovin
with this fat (*##$, she stuck with my slang and my dresscode

I got close, whispered "What's up with the Bar Mitzvah?"
Then I grabbed her $$#, she laughed with a !@$^o look
and #~!!@ popped her $$# on rhythm with the beat
But passed, she with her man but her friends came two cars deep