Lyrics

Yo, it's the Cons Volume one, all sales are final I don't take drugs back, nigga Word Yo, I need all my niggas in the hood, man Put your hands together, man Give me a clap, man One time, like Hey Hey Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh She like them old school 31 rocket tops And you might find her ass on a popping block It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh She been around my hood since 89 And she might suck you off if you trade a dime It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh She let my man box to the M-boomsy too And if you got a 20, get the pussy too It's Parisa You're right, baby With the cocky head feature Oh, oh She smoke dime after dime after dime after dime And she never got no money like half of the time It's Parisa It's that cokehead's name Parisa Oh, oh Every time I see my scarf, she start running now But if you got that good work, then she'll gun you down It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh And there are some other smokers that be in my hood That always want you to front them the goods It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh I can't forget about Groovy, my man John All my smoking motherfuckers, yeah, you know you up in It's Parisa (Get right, niggas) It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh I promise, baby girl, that I'll make her famous And I know one thing, she take it in her anus It's Parisa It's that crackhead named Parisa Oh, oh I said Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Oh, oh