Lyrics

[Intro] Classical street music Gang and them (Thank You Fizzle) Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout The smooth hood classic [Chorus] Good dick, I can tune you up, forget Jiffy I was in the pen' for three years for gettin' sticky A shooter nervous with the Glock, he ain't used to gettin' jiggy Free the important people, only the ones that kept it [?] I'm a baller, flex on niggas, they gon' keep on catchin' bitch fits I'm a Neiman Marcus shopper, he gon' keep on wearin' misfits "What's that on your hip, Ralfy?" Ho just went in what's her name's Where you get it from? Man, you know, man, what's her name [Verse 1] Whatchumacall that shit on your hip I can't tell you These bums talkin' shit on my comments, it's hilarious I'm a whole-ass king, bitch, why would you еven compare me to thеm? Stones on my neck Madusa, fire your ass, don't stare at 'em I'm from LA where they ain't givin' out This an exotic hit stick, not no flare gun She went back to back guzzlin' balls like beer pong For the check, she gon' go back to back, ain't scared or nothin' I hang with lions, tigers, and bears, beware of them Them lil' Charmin bears you niggas hangin' with, I'm not scared of them I was in the pen' for three years for bleedin' Ling Ling A flu flam special, you know who paid for all my bling-bling, the Plug [Chorus] Good dick, I can tune you up, forget Jiffy I was in the pen' for three years for gettin' sticky A shooter nervous with the Glock, he ain't used to gettin' jiggy Free the important people, only the ones that kept it [?] I'm a baller, flex on niggas, they gon' keep on catchin' bitch fits I'm a Neiman Marcus shopper, he gon' keep on wearin' misfits "What's that on your hip, Ralfy?" Ho just went in what's her name's Where you get it from? Man, you know, man, what's her name [Verse 2] "What's that on your hip, Ralfy?" Just one of them whatchumacallits When I need some good head, I'm finna call whatchumacallit I'm the president at Capitol One, bitch, what's in your wallet? Deebo and saved the rap game, 'cause I got a [?] Pastor Ralfy spittin' vibrant quotes, the best author You a square pig, lookin' a rat, nigga, you look like Arthur [?] put dick in niggas' mamas, boy, I can be y'all father Bitch gon' get on her knees just to please thy father You ain't talkin' business and money, then why bother? You can't get in the same room with me, bitch, I'm a mobster I'm like a demon type of goblin and gang and them monsters You got some money for the pastor, then throw it in the offering The Plug [Chorus] Good dick, I can tune you up, forget Jiffy I was in the pen' for three years for gettin' sticky A shooter nervous with the Glock, he ain't used to gettin' jiggy Free the important people, only the ones that kept it [?] I'm a baller, flex on niggas, they gon' keep on catchin' bitch fits I'm a Neiman Marcus shopper, he gon' keep on wearin' misfits "What's that on your hip, Ralfy?" Ho just went in what's her name's Where you get it from? Man, you know, man, what's her name