Lyrics

Yeah, nigga I want slim thick, not really stocky but hard (I'm a thug) Purple laid with [?], slightly cocky but hard Type to chainsmoke the block by the narcs Run up any club Rockin' the same gear as [?] Bacardi cat at the bar Coppin' bottles of dark Lookin' for a high with it all, body is small Dutch, cash, and y'all body is small, you heard me? Dudes hate the style, evidence in the broads who prefer me D.C. to Jersey, New York to Derby My dogs hold me down like Magic, Jabbar, Worthy Find a spot where the birds be aim-aimed up From the Projects to the 'burbs, keep the game chained up Y'all must bе 'cained up Screamin' at ya ma (What) [?] in the club all night, sippin' thе same cup Contactin' off the [?] puff Drankin' a G up [?] Flippin' a [?] messin' a re-up money See us, son? Never frontin' Slant a little, dance a little Slip out the spot, romance a little When they tell you Lickin' all the Henny off your belly This for you, whatever you want, just tell me, we'll get it on He's just comin' back from jail, and he's got that glow Girl, don't even try to front, you know you wanna go Took six years to get him in, and he's tryn'a roll If you want some, Cassidy, baby, just let him know Give it a glance with your eyes And don't give it a chance I can twist your thighs or ribs and give ya' romance you would love Had you wet your pants in the club When you dance with a thug In advance, did a bump at the bar (What?) Sneak out, smoke some [?] with a thug in the car If you could tell with my man and his broad even though we ball One couple sneakin' in this one room Double for 50 less than this drippy sex 'til tomorrow Seein' stars when I strip the dress with finesse Correct the soul, that my tongue and caress You know you swingin' the F with the best [?] sober Bump, shoot, and flex like Mad Cobra Sippin' the Beck's and Grands, tunes with the clique Playin' Lenox? Ask the chicks you rescue And open like playin' tennis Duke, I told ya': April to October, the party's goin' on Either roll along or get rolled over He's just comin' back from jail, and he's got that glow Girl, don't even try to front, you know you wanna go Took six years to get him in, and he's tryn'a roll If you want some, Cassidy, baby, just let him know Word is bond in summer Let the doja hold the chrome Snatch up a [?] on a thong They roll along The word is strong and they closed the spot (What? Ooh-woo!) You know the song, c'mon, ma, flow along (You know the song) You know the song [?] holdin' chrome and rollin' strong You know Dutch blow these [?], be on and on Now they done Yo dude from the streets Shoot, I be messin' with them easy beats