I’m Straight

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin' on a spliffy mickie Think he mixin' some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass With dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me When I was sticky but we did it anyway Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler Up under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna Glock me Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin' under prison-esure Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin' and jaw jackin' And up in there singin' a capella Cause that ain't the way the GAME was designed You 'posed to see that if you BLIND Blastin', cocked to the side, flossin' Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp walkin' I'm ons way to the pizznickin spot, ice sparklin' Pullin out with the kn-uh-kn-uh-knock, man I be bossin' [Chorus] Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timers, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight [Verse 2] I pull up on the set, "Somebody died? Why all the long faces?" "Playboy, it's dry" "Dry as in drought?" "Dry as in thirsty" "Well we ain't had no work since Thursday" "I know y'all ain't believe this but I got it, who want it?" "By the way, how y'all been survivin'?" "Shoot we been steppin' on it!" Cut out the middle From here on out, no more swivel Fast quota, fuck a slow nig' Nigga, my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick! A-1 yizz-ola, pimpin don't trip! Who you be bumpin'? "E-40 and The Click!" I see the hizz-nomie in the wind "Family where you been?" "The pen" "Get in!" (skeet, skrrt) Vrrt, bend the block "What you see?" Two crackheads thumpin' "Over, what?" A rock [Chorus] Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timers, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight [Verse 3] Gimme a Cadillac with the black man's drank A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne A lap dance, a thick-ass botch that like to bounce Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South A record deal so I ain't gotta dope deal A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal Cake, a lavish-ass estate One of them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate [Chorus] Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timers, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight Where all my hustlers at? Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats? Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours Where all my ballers at? Where all my timers, shot callers at? Where all my grimies? It's heavy weight Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight