Lyrics

[Intro: Mibbs] Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero Baby, let me be your super hero I spit that dope, that blow, that primo That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero Baby, let me be your super hero I spit that dope, that blow, that primo That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero Baby, let me be your super hero I spit that dope, that blow, that primo That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino [Verse 1: Mibbs] Fly like Nino, tough like Deebo We back like Tivo, and fat like Cee-lo I drink cognac, I drink vino Shit I drink all that You should drink though Grab a red cup, fill that shit up And drink 'til you can no longer hold your head up I'ma act a fool, I don't know no better But I never get a stain on this Polo sweater So incredible, unforgettable She be on my nuts like they oh so edible She be on my nuts like it's some kind of cantaloupe She be on my nuts like my dick is the antidote She be on my nuts cause she don't want her man to know That she was on my nuts so tough that her camera broke Feeling like a young Earl Manigault What you smoking on? This? Oh that's medical What they smoking on? That? Oh that oregano Bullshit weed, that's some shit we don't ever smoke Mike, tell the DJ play my record though Ladies on the dancefloor go go, gadget go! [Chorus: BeYoung] Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby [Verse 2: Like] She like vodka, we like cognac Poured her a cup, then she hopped on that We like Waka, she like old rap Used to feel the same, but we not on that I can't lie I need to bone that That's your ass girl I need to hold that Take my time and I'ma own that Have you singing like a Keyshia Cole track I want safe sex, you want paychecks I just say next, I ain't for that This that train wreck, you can't roll that Cali only, you can't grow that See you staring, baby take a Kodak Get my good side, where my pose at Wash you down, where my hose at Early morning like where my clothes at Why you hurrying, take a slow jack Why you worrying take some Prozak Checked just cleared, where my O's at Call my homies up, where my bros at We gon' dip out, we gon' flip out Dog, you rolling, don't bring your chick out Girl you rolling, don't bring your dude out Fat friend coming, don't bring no food out [Chorus: BeYoung] Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper [Verse 3: BeYoung] Flick my lighter on you niggas, dump a couple ashes Jumped to a Benz, skipped a couple classes Rap shit is cool but I been touching asses Now we have the food, had enough of the fasting Puff then pass it, clutching cash yeah Baby BeYoung only fucks with Magnums Always showtime like I fucks with Magic Birthday suit, yeah I love that fabric Something tragic, man I swear my niggas know Bout the bad red bone with the pigeon toes On a Tuesday might bust to Figueroa Got me stuck like Monie in the Middle though All my niggas golden boys in the mirror baby Tryna practice all the player shit they hearing baby Blocking every time I pass, interference lady You know we do it Jason Lyric crazy [Chorus: BeYoung] Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper Stacy and Brittany Go Erica and Whitney Like Tiffany, go Sasha And Tasha all proper