| New York to Chi |
| Perfect combination |
| Kells, Biggie |
| You see, I don’t sweat these hoes |
| I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds |
| Bitches just like to play the merry-go |
| It was me, Dee, the MPV |
| The blunts and brew thang, knockin' some Wu-Tang |
| M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch |
| Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit |
| Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp |
| Needless to speak, the Gee’s obsolete |
| Don’t sleep! Banged the skins in a week |
| On the creep up the avenue |
| I seen her on the block, who she rappin' to? |
| That’s my nigga Dee, damn he got Gee |
| Now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see |
| Mi casa, you casa (Oh) |
| I ain’t lookin for no wife, I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh) |
| Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha |
| Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya |
| Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh) |
| You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh) |
| Baby baby, can’t you see? (Whoa) |
| We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa) |
| Now I play her far like a moon play a star |
| She still sweat me hard cause I’m a rap star |
| I be cruisin up the block, I be passin her |
| Pimpin hard with the female passenger |
| And the only time I call her to hang |
| Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, schemin on a gang-bang |
| She should’ve used her intuition |
| Then she wouldn’t be classified in that position, listen |
| She’s sayin I dissed her cause I’m fuckin her sister |
| A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh |
| But she started that fuckin family |
| She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? |
| Plus your sister look better than you |
| Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you |
| So break the fuck out like a rash |
| I’m glad I ain’t spend no cash to hit yo' nasty ass |
| Red bows, stilettos do please |
| Hit fellas to show off yo' booty |
| I’m hangin wit the best of them, sweet |
| If you wanna, I’m a veteran |
| When I show up to the club, it’s V-I-P (Oh) |
| When they dressin in the club if it’s B.I.G. (Ooh wee) |
| I’m not lookin to find a wife (Find a wife) |
| Just someone to make a friend of mine |
| I roll up, the black Impala |
| I’m so high when I walk in the club |
| I see this chick that used to get the dick |
| Now she freakin on the floor, make a nigga reminisce |
| Ah, wanna back in my ride again |
| But I don’t want no girlfriend |
| See I just wanna hit it and we can be cool |
| We can do this if you feelin the same way too |
| Come on girl, lets go to my hotel |
| After party all night in my hotel |
| Pop mo', smoke 'dro in my hotel |
| In twenty minutes, girl hit me on my cell |