Music low homie,
I heard a ho homie
I think I hear screams coming from next door homie

I gotta check it out, please watch the dough homie
We wouldn't wanna get $#&@ed, now tell me do we homie ?
I exit the room, go in the hall all brave

Walk slow, I gotta stall, %#@!
I ain't crazy
Then I hear the Jazz, pumping brass and smell of grass

Reminds me of those early $#&@ing mornings when I went to class
Bass blowing, and mass foot steps flowing
I push the door, then I even further go in

Oh my bad It's a Groove Street Party
Even got a port-o-potty, and they all move their body
Look, I don't mean to intrude, but I see you smoke rude

And that snow on the table's always good for my mood
I must say that straw looks nice and chrome
Just gotta call my homie, hey homie join me