Momma
I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to
With no cussing and s***
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo
Jingle jingle
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, b**** call and fly any day
You dirty n***** why'all too whack to dance
Why'all need to ease up off that now before why'all splint why'all pants
And leave that up to my n*****, young fly n*****
Getting down you and I n***** don't try n*****
I changed my mind I don't want your b****
'Cause sorry a** women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL
I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reefer
And to you false balling n***** just grab your crotches
But if you paid n**** pat your pockets
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure
Alright
Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cause we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking n***** out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the s***
Who keeps turning the lights on?
Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki n***** tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five hundred dollars worth of white star
About to hide it
'Cause why'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets
[Chorus:]
Hey baby
My girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy a** b****** want to come in here and play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?
Some of you n***** I swear
I try to throw why'all a ragedy a** party
And why'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush
Empty beer bottles in the brush
And my b**** acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
Move!
Why'all gotta be some of the clumsiest m****f****s
To the sounds, now some
Why'all done f***** up
Get out, get on
Speed up n****
Get up, take your weed on
Ya n****, the drunk n**** said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending
K go
[Chorus:] (Repeat 2X)
I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to
With no cussing and s***
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo
Jingle jingle
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter 'cause I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, b**** call and fly any day
You dirty n***** why'all too whack to dance
Why'all need to ease up off that now before why'all splint why'all pants
And leave that up to my n*****, young fly n*****
Getting down you and I n***** don't try n*****
I changed my mind I don't want your b****
'Cause sorry a** women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL
I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reefer
And to you false balling n***** just grab your crotches
But if you paid n**** pat your pockets
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure
Alright
Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cause we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking n***** out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cause somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the s***
Who keeps turning the lights on?
Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki n***** tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five hundred dollars worth of white star
About to hide it
'Cause why'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets
[Chorus:]
Hey baby
My girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy a** b****** want to come in here and play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
By the big screen t.v. where your pants go?
Some of you n***** I swear
I try to throw why'all a ragedy a** party
And why'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush
Empty beer bottles in the brush
And my b**** acting like a lush
Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
Move!
Why'all gotta be some of the clumsiest m****f****s
To the sounds, now some
Why'all done f***** up
Get out, get on
Speed up n****
Get up, take your weed on
Ya n****, the drunk n**** said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending
K go
[Chorus:] (Repeat 2X)