| Would ya quit fuckin my high off |
| Cause it’s got to be the muthafuckin boss loss |
| Heavy to the metal, drinking X.O., nothin but x. o |
| Verse 1:(Numskull) |
| I’m broke, you broke, we all broke |
| So let’s take our broke asses to the sto' |
| And steal another bottle of X.O. |
| I’m feelin so faded, broke wit a album |
| But bitches on my dick like I ate it |
| I’m use to smellin fish, but not that kind |
| Look you’s a hoochie, wanna do me, at least try to act fine |
| Cause i’m the nigga wit the best hand |
| You poochie, you look like my pitbull stretch the fuck |
| Out your stretch pants |
| You fuckin up my drunk a lot |
| I get the drunk talk, sick wit, ly, ly, ly |
| All I need is X.O. to set me in, bitch I don’t need |
| Yo pussy fought by most men&lesbian's |
| Soon as I get home, i’ma take a hope lift to the dome |
| Shit, another civilation, i’m just another |
| Drunk hoodlum under one nation |
| Verse 2:(Yukmouth) |
| Bitch, you wanna suck on my dang, dang |
| Drink all my drank, drank |
| Who’s in the jacuzzi, all hoochie’s |
| Suckin all on my doobie, be poppin coochie |
| But only if ya lonely baby bubba |
| Then she said do you got the rubber |
| Got the covers out the closet, another flawless victory |
| A bitch ain’t shit to me, she was history |
| Soon as my nigga Nut come threw wit Num, Dru, Chris |
| And Richie Rich we on some new shit |
| I knew this, bitch was a groupie from the giddy-go |
| Really though, wanna be all in a nigga video |
| But silly ho, you know you got to fuck all of us |
| Pimps, playa’s, hustla’s, balla’s, shot caller |
| Call the shits, top knotch blazin |
| Got a cock caved in like squashed raisin’s |
| Stay in the ho, so fa sho we runned a train |
| All them nuts slangs on her neck like a gold chain |
| Verse 3:(Yukmouth) |
| Back in '88, a nigga was staright |
| All in the car case, face above e |
| Four d o, z, s, o. p, whatever it be |
| Pass that shit to me |
| Gin&juice get loose of duece duece&bless tea |
| Kick it wit the fourty less, sick wit it posse |
| Got me fillin my body up like Carlos Rasi |
| Hurricane, sluricane, some smoke cane |
| May not take the chronic to the chain and won’t change |
| (Numskull) |
| You can’t even if you smoke cane |
| You won’t get high as me, drink my jugs |
| Off the st. ides, see I can’t even spell it |
| Even though I didn’t drink that day, but you’ll |
| Damn sho smell it, I dare you to come threw wit |
| No drink bitch, i’ll who-ride you, cause my shirt |
| Drink more then I do, i’m lit, still lit |
| That’s how we do this weird shit, bits |
| Of remi and shit, so I ain’t fuckin wit you bitch |