Back To The Hotel

V-Town, brother, check it out, I'm 'bout to throw down
Dank in hand, the shit that had you tow down
A little city, chillin' in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boys don't play, fool
Yorker sidin', you know how the songs goes
In the back, sippin' purple chongos
Don't look for trouble, but it always seems to find us
Forty-grippin', pantie sippin', and it sneaks up right behind us
Quick left, one blow, KO
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh, what the hell, I guess I better tell ya
It's Friday night, I got a brand new kit on
A fifth of Heem, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club to pick up ML
80 West, Back To The Hotel

At the Telly, Vouges is doing pipe work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The latte in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me, babydoll was gonna jaw me
Set for the night, so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my buddha and I met her outside
Who-ride, rollin' strikin' through to be seen
A Lexus 400 turnin' triple gold Z's
Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some mo'
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
Cause you know what it mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky
A sick honkey, straight goin' donkey
Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove
Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the Telly, I gotta get some "nuca"
(Nuca, nuca, nuca...)

Ha' naw, could it be?
I just got a page an' the broad wanna do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at the hotel
She had a friend with her, so I called TL
Swoop me up, Sally wanted meet dick
And might lick, so try an' make it real quick
Man, where's this motherfucker at? (Shit)
Ha' yeah, I jumped in the L-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store, mayne
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjacks
We got the goods, now we're heading for the hoe down
There goes the Telly, so fella won't you slow down?
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case we gotta bust a quick one
Lock the load, let's go look for like one-eighteen
But lay low 'cause I really don't wanna be seen
"Is this the room?"
Ha' yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one
So hit the light, man, I just might man
Try an' throw this thang all night an'
Get her so sprung, that she'll drop some mail
So I can cut turf and hit another hotel