(feat. Pook, Shotgun)

[Lynch]

I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin OE and gin
I used to eat #~!!@ up, I can't lie,

that's really real, really real, really real
See I met you through the homies
That homie was like cuz, wont you jump up in the cutlass

Come and get you some butt
Came through swervin off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk cuz where you at aint coo

I was like boo hold up its midnight and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch

Feel the pressure in my nutts
Its about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a $#&@

We can $#&@ untill I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And thats what happened
It was crackin like an omlet

Got you hittin that bomb %#@!
And you don't even enhale the chronic
Stupid $$# biiatch


[Pook]
I used to love da hoe, I can't lie

(*##$ had me stuck
25 years later the $#&@ so many haters ????
(*##$ you need to grow up

You already know what side I throw up (Westside (*##$!)
Given our game back to weak ^!$$%s to help them ^!$$%s blow up
But shiesty (*##$ you know what

You gon get back , you gon feel it ^!$$%
I heard the FBI tried to shut you down said you done been the ^!$$%
Said you (???) violent thoughts

And youre a thug wannabe, followin
Doing more than lickin the #~!!@
They smellin a tastin, bitin, swollowin leavin the #~!!@hole hollow

Heard the #~!!@ picked up a forth the Henessey bottle
Now everybody thinkin ^!$$% $#&@, leavin them whiteboys in Colorado
But $#&@ it, let a hoe be a hoe is my motto

Cant let it rest
Gotta get it off my chest just to express my sorrow
I guess your pimp had you impressin ???? stories

Actin the sweet, said $#&@ ya man,
got a plan to get yo $$# of the streets
Gave you the fame without the fortune

Get you under the sheets
(*##$ if you always on your back, then you can't get on your feet
I used to love this rap game!


[Shotgun]
I bet you didn't know that she used to be my main hoe

Back in the days
When I was runnin up in houses with socks on my hands tryin to get paid
It was like Courvoisier and Alize

Most couldn't fade, cuz we buck till we both gain 5 6 times a day
How could I walk away from something that seems it's meant to be
You neva trip with me

When I took charge it was just the pimp in me
You was either quick to flex with it
When ^!$$%s and they (*##$es got fat

But look at us now, you aint around huh
And never in my mind did I think you turned (*##$ on me
Skip one day and the next

Plottin licks on me
See yous a phony, I aint $#&@in wit you no more
Like Ice Cube said

You da ex-(*##$, you gotz ta go
You know the motto, so $#&@ a hoe
And puttin the (*##$ before the hustle thats a no

Because they have you comin up short
Spendin my last dimes, wastin all my time in my life
There's only group of one love and thats the grind biiatch!