22nd Ways Interlude

Lyrics

[Verse 1: P-Lo] (Here we go) Bitch, I'm about to go dumb right now She just wanna back it up on me, iCloud I keep it lit, yeah, I live the lifestyle Shorty wanna hop up on the wave, she might drown Aye, I can't stop your bitch right now, she on me 'Bout my cheese, just like I'm macaroni Hop up out my face, bitch don't know me When I'm in my bag, I act a donkey Yeah they say I'm going nuts, I'm a cashew If I need it, I can do a ski mask too Got your bitch throwing ass like a baboon Bitch, don't come around here with no bad news Only want top, I don't want your company All the lovey dovey talk, baby girl, you gotta leave Oh, you got a man? I'm sipping on that tea Bend it over, put your hands up on your knees [Chorus: P-Lo] I can't feel no ways They hate, it's OK (Come on) I just beat thе odds always I just beat the odds always (What we doin'?) Yеah I'm really mobbin' Yeah I'm really mobbin' Really mobbin' (I'm related to the mob) Yeah I'm really mobbin' Yeah I'm really mobbin' (Yeahhhh) Really mobbin' Yeah I'm really mobbin' Yeah I'm really mobbin' Really mobbin' (I'm related to the mob) (Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. ALLBLACK) Yeah I'm really mobbin' Yeah I'm really mobbin' Really mobbin' [Verse 2: ALLBLACK] Turf burns on my knees, fucked her on the pallet Running plays with two freaks, so I popped cialis I'm Mr. Get The Fit Off, I don't need no stylist In Detroit fuckin' off racks, niggas try on Calvin Took my belt off, spanked her, Pootie Tang Flipped her over like a Razor, fucked her hella ways Got her doing yoga, took a break, she hit the yola Marriott was sold out, I made her boss me in the 'yota She said "BLACK, I know you 'bout a bag" Yeah, that's facts She asked me "What's the choosing fee?" I replied "a hundred racks" I got babies to feed Decks, dollars and macks At the Bro-Down where I was courting hoes, I get smacks Got the plan, hit follies Ate shrooms, ate molly Swear to God, felt like my soul left my body Called my ex at 4 AM, asked her if she still love me Every time I link with P, I get scummy [Bridge] Feel me? Yeah, he ain't smarter than me in my own shit now. Not this nigga, and they hella mad. Went through a nigga pocket, got thousands all on him, thousands all on him, feel me? On some light shit... [Verse 3: P-Lo] (P-Lo, time to bring the bass back) I'm too poppin where I'm from, had to find a new place I been stacking up the checks and had to find a new safe From the 90's, you can't find me Rare, like a new steak I'm the one they wanna hear when they want a new wave You ain't reppin' what I'm reppin', gotta find a new side Said she'd let me hit it once, hit the shit like two times They gon' label me a legend from the day I do die Always knew I'd be the one, got the shit in due time I'm the man, I'm the boy, everybody know That's obvious Hit me on the FaceTime, wanna show me, got her body did Way too high, this lying never ever got me shit Saying how I feel, shit be crazy, damn it got me lit, aye Tell me how they broke, but they ain't got a plan Bitch all in my DM, acting just like she ain't got a man Now she caught up in my web, feel like Spider-Man These days, not too many feelings, got a lot of bands Aye, seen that bag land, now I gotta dance She petite, she a freak, got a lot of ass I can't show up anywhere, if it's not a bag She gon' bust it for the real, I ain't gotta ask, aye [Verse 4: 22nd Jim] She always talking 'bout my pockets 'cause they stuffed, I got a lot of it Bitch, you know I'm ballin', baby love to state the obvious I done slimed a couple niggas, never said that I was proud of it In the stu' with 60 shots and some exotic, got it poppin' Seen her nigga up in public, probably thought I was gon' box with him If he play me pussy, gotta rush him to the hospital He a clown, get him a tricycle Running laps, bitch, I'm on top of 'em I'm the nigga in the city, ain't a nigga that's gon' stop this shit Let me, let me calm down P, I'm in my bag Hunnid after hunnid, I ain't tryna brag Wasn't bustin' that so we took the strap Can't be freezin' with the heater, we ain't having that, aye Bitch, and you know that Young wild nigga, bitch, free Kodak FNN up on my waist, ain't gota show that (That's a fact) But one thing that's for certain, Imma blow that Jim, nigga