Poof

Lyrics

[Verse 1] California Dreamin' But I'm in BK, paranoid and schemin' I'm back and forth in the streets, all erratic, dog. I need a Flight. Have my good bitch Labrador retrieve one The bitch gooney and beautiful, just a bit boujee Unruly. Basically, she Fish Mooney Her shit juicy and the bitch loopy. She get groupies For me. Better make it two seats. Don't say shit to me 'Bout bad grammar. Shootin' the gift, Bad Santa Green in my jeans/genes like Bruce Banner on that Gamma A Week in LA, till we skatin' to Atlanta Go see Hardaway in a Hawks jersey. Laugh at him (Knicks, bitch) Then I'm right back at y'all, back to the Boroughs Back to the ghetto, back to the metal Like Blacks gettin' harassed by them devil's (Uh-huh, uh-huh) To keep it a hundred, I miss it Do this every couple of months with a different one of my bitches. I'm like [Chorus:] (Poof!) Now you see me, now you don't I don't just walk the streets. I travel the globe, Nigga Planin' to breeze as we speak (I'm gone!) But I'll be back in a week I'll be back in a week (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen! (I'mma be right back) I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen! [Verse 2:] Southern Hospitality My North Carolina Mama been hollering She knows I'm tired of the loudness and foul cops following And she gobble D. Promised to snatch the soul outta me Shit official as a nigga in a striped shirt wit' a whistle Shit is great like Scott minus the tissue I got multiple magazines. I got issues A bunch a shit I'm tryin' to get through I might hit you Maan! I'm of this. I'll be back in a week You bitch niggas support each other. Y'all be backin' the weak Make me wanna back out the hammer. Get to backin the weak Give a shorty the biz till the back in her weak Listen! My shit bangin' and I bang heataz Bang a bangin' diva bitch off the pitcher of Sangria Got a Miami Chick. I switched her name to Mia She mad I came out there did a show and I ain't seen her. I'm like… [Chorus:] (Poof!) Now you see me, now you don't I don't just walk the streets. I travel the globe, Nigga Planin' to breeze as we speak (I'm gone!) But I'll be back in a week I'll be back in a week (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen! (I'mma be right back) I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen! [Bridge:] Man listen! These cruel streets raised me Either you or me crazy Be easy 'fore your man get blammed! Man I could use a two or three ladies A cruise to Jamaikey Or maybe sweet Amsterdam Maybe go back to California Colorado they got the legal Marijuana Go see the homey Tommy Gunn out in Tacoma Truthfully, I could be gone for a month But I do have a daughter. I'll be back in a week I'll be back I promise Shit Hardaway came back? I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen! I'll be back in a week I'm like A'ight! I'll be back in a week Listen!