Spittin Game

Sprite out of poverty, she wanna ride for me
Big old bankroll, T-Bone strip, yellow pocket
Dampen the beat when she think that I like her

We runnin' the street, the paper gotta recycle
I was a young nigga, gangsta and cocky
I cop back and drop it, I pop it, just knock it

Re-up and flip it, and make all the profit
I'm stackin' the paper, my bitch, she got it
Only for the bad hood hoe, that lil' bitch fine
But she burnt out, she don't smash that baddie

Fucked on the finest and baddest of models
My bitch, she a bottle, she built like a coke
Serving that raw, straight off of the boat
And I'm thinking, no joking, in my hood, I'm the pope

I just be moving, just like I'm a ghost
In my hood, I'm a gold, and I pull up in a Ghost
Tell my surfer he can go, yeah
Put a dick down her throat, yeah
Whipping that dope, when it come to the dope

I give my niggas some game, now they gone
I front my niggas some work, now they on
Beating the block like a pickety pwn
Old fat ladies still singing that song
Hunked out for you, lil' head, come home

I know my niggas gon' go for me, yeah
For the new Benz and the Rolls we get
Throw the money up like we don't even care
Take care my dawg, you know I'm gon' share
Stashin' them work in the back of the yard
Put a diamond spine in the back of them cars
Had to put the money in the middle of the wall
Made five million this year with my dawg

Driving the Wraith, she love in the car
'Bout to take a truck, it's your pick of the choice
I be kicking my shit, she be feeling the blow

I'm wild, baby bro, I break it down, bells in the tub
I was in the mud, grinding, I was hanging with the duck
Meatball turned rat, nigga, that's what it was
Hey, don't try to sway, nigga, that was it, bro

Turn on the hood, nigga, where you come from?
I sent Tivo to pop you and pop you, and stand over you
No need for hollering, uh
'Cause we don't do barking

Barker than Lou and B Walker shit, put you in a coffin, uh
I be sitting in the back of the Maybach
Sipping on the high-tech like it was coffee
The wins and the losses, I came in the box
You try me, I'll knock you out

I know my niggas gon' go for me, yeah
For the new Benz and the Rolls we get, yeah
Throw the money up like we don't even care
Take care my dawg, you know I'm gon' share
Stashin' them work in the back of the yard
Put a diamond spot in the back of them cars
Had to put the money in the middle of the wall (wall)
Made five million this year with my dawg (dawg)